It’s Monday here at Eric and Cathy’s in Leesburg, Fla., where I’ve spent some time working on my forgetting after arriving from Minneapolis. I first had a practice session by mistake coming to the airport a day early.

It was awkward driving to the airport after parking across the interstate highway and taking my ticket for the flight to Orlando International. There the flight lady informed me that my flight was scheduled for June 14 not the June 13. I surprised Jeanne when I returned home that same day.

The next morning I was back on the road heading north. Jeanne thought I would have plenty of time. I had less then 25 minutes to board.

Eric was waiting at the airport when we landed and then we went to Leesburg. Eric teaches at Tavares High School and Cathy, his wife, works at Lake Tech in Eustis.

Friday night was spent up on the Sante Fe River with two of the Morris brothers, Danny and Skellie.  Mongo taught with Skellie, who has just retired and spends time with Dylan his dog, who also joined us on the river enjoying the water that wound down past the Ichetucknee and Suwannee rivers.

Last Monday we had lunch with Susie Nielsen at a place on the Dead River between Tavares and Leesburg.

Eric reminded me that I had been calling him Mongo since 1974, inspired by our viewing of Blazing Saddles. Mongo and I have made a few sweeps by foot around the pond behind his house.

Being a man of quiet words and steadfast forgetfulness, I hope to be able to fly back to the airport in the Twin Cities to gather my car that’s wondering where I am.

Jeanne spent the past weekend with her annual doings with her relatives in Houston, while Mello and Fred spent time together in a kennel barking.

Skyler came to Austin from the cities to keep an eye on Echo and Ptolemy, the cats.

There’s still some time before Mongo transports me to Orlando International. I’ll fill you in on that then.