Stuck in the middle of nowhere, 20 miles to the closest town, and by extension, any shopping at all. How could I get into trouble here?
Paradise Park is a nicely laid out Airstream community. It is small in comparison to the last Airstream park we stayed in, but has many of the same amenities, and each lot comes with a level concrete pad to park on. And your own personal palm tree.
We landed here at the best time possible. March in southern Florida is hot and sunny. I made good use of both the outdoor pool and their extensive library.
Unfortunately, hubby wasn't able to enjoy it as much as I did. He was called away for a family emergency, leaving me as sole occupant of our trailer for 11 days.
I was so absolutely devastated by having time to myself that, upon dropping him at the airport, I promptly splurged on an hour-long spa pedicure. I also stopped at the grocery store to pick up lots of salad makings - I am not the cook in this partnership.
This wasn't the first time I have been left to entertain myself at home. There was a whole summer where hubby worked in another city and only commuted back on weekends. In that case, we were at a campground that held a full mix of residents: families, singles, young, and old. So my protective partner did his best to hide from everyone that I would be alone and vulnerable. As if.
Here, however, in an exclusive retirement community, he told everyone he met that I would be by myself, and could they keep an eye out for me? The irony was, as soon as he left, it became obvious that these seniors just didn't remember that conversation. Many of the neighbors he had spoken to wondered aloud to me later why they hadn't seen my hubby around.
But they saw me. I walked, and biked, and swam. I joined aerobics, played bingo, and watched movies. I joined the golf crowd for lunch at the Airstream trailer turned into a cafeteria kitchen.
I even managed to pull out the big awning when the sun was unmerciful at heating up my tin can.
And, only when I absolutely had to, I dumped the holding waste tanks.
But, as with all good things, this too had to come to an end. The hot sun, loved and appreciated by me, wasn't so nice to my home. Although the awning kept the heat off the windows, the aluminum roof was exposed and warmed the glue that held up the pretty vinyl on my ceiling. A mere day before hubby was due back, I had a sagging ceiling to contend with. I tried spray glue, and smoothing it out with a rolling pin, but it would not stay.
I guess I can get into trouble in Paradise.
Well, in the end hubby got home just fine, temporarily fixed my ceiling, and now manhandles the awning by himself again. I even got him to enjoy some pool time.
It really is more fun to get into trouble together.
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