Johnny is faltering

Yesterday after loading a full chest of drawers, and other tonnage from our Dragonfly beach house into our little Honda Fit, we stopped at the bank to make a deposit. What?! No check book. It was supposed to be in our big FedEx envelope with our passports, birth certificates, and SS cards that we had used to register our car and lives in SC. We unloaded everything out in the parking lot and searched every drawer of the chest of drawers. No FedEx envelope. Then I decided it had to be under the back seats that were folded down. But, I couldn't lift the left seat because the head rest was under the drivers seat and somehow the drivers seat wouldn't slide forward. After a cursing fit in the parking lot, my first crush (Ginger from when I was 8) wandered up to enjoy some comic relief. It turns out that I had dropped one of the screws from removing my front license plate (not used in SC) and or course it had bounced into the seat adjustment track and jammed it. Finally dug it out. Still no FedEx envelope. Then in an epiphany moment I sort of remembered that I had stuck the envelope in a plastic box for safe keeping when we left the department of motor vehicle office (60 miles behind us). Where was the box? Oh yes! That was one of the boxes we had just stashed in our 150 degree Edisto house attic. Back to the house and up into the attic we found it. Yee Haa! We celebrated by a good long swim in the ocean, now 86.7 degrees according to the NOAA sea surface temperature web site. Life is good...intermittently.