A very old stray {The Old Fella Story}

I'm spending less and less time trying to figure out this new format. I was glad to see a post from you, Burch. . . . gave me hope I might find some "old" friends after all. I joined the Coach House club and they have two campouts a year. One was in September in Natchez. I had just gotten home from my summer travels to Indiana. I had to wait out Idalia before coming home, so I got home in time to check on stuff, unpack and repack and head to Natchez. Since I was never the navigator I thought (assumed. . . and you know what that means) Natchez was maybe 400 miles from central Florida. Yeah, that wasn't right. So I took three days to get there. Had a wonderful time meeting other Coach House people and enjoyed all the events they had planned. On the way back, I stopped in Zachary, LA, near Baton Rouge, to see Terry's cousin/wife. We used to stop by their place twice every year, going to/from our place in Texas. From there I came back home in 2 days. I spent the next month trying to trap the mouse I believe I picked up in Virginia in September. He was a smart one, but eventually I caught him in a trap, but he wasn't dead. I left him lay in the drive with a bucket over him and he expired by the next morning, so I threw him in the canal. I don't think I have anymore in there, but I cleaned and disinfected thoroughly and then found more places he had been. So everything is again cleaned and disinfected and no more evidence. I have a trip the end of January to go to Nokomis to the mother ship and have some window leaks fixed. Then in February and March I have campouts with the Florida FunSeekers, mostly made up of people in my community. Thought it was time to get to know more of them. I may have told you all this before, but I can't find anything on here. . . 

Dale