Trapped — in a good way — nearing the end


Tuesday morning and we are trapped — in a good way, for a short time!  (I’m writing this about a week before this is going to post)  The road crew made good progress paving the second one-third of the roads on Monday. They worked quite late prepping for today; last night in the almost-dark the oil truck came up our street — the last to be paved — and laid down their heavy oil in preparation for what should be today’s paving.

Work would have gone faster, except someone parked their Cadillac CTS right where the paver was supposed to lay the parking lot.  Poor Joe — the camp host here — had to chase around the park asking everyone who belonged to the car.  Notices posted all over the place aren’t sufficient if people don’t read them!

It’s a bright, shiny day with high winds forecast for later in the day — I’m optimistic that by tonight we might just have asphalt at the end of our driveway!  All that will remain then is paving of the main entrance approach from the highway.

The pool has been busy lately — well, on those days when the winds weren’t TOO high. It’s funny the way pool usage varies.  One might think that on any given day there would be a similar number of folks using it — just a law of averages sort of thing.  But there have been numerous days when the two of us have been the only ones there for a couple hours in the middle of the afternoon. It’s fun either way for us.  We aren’t big conversationalists — which is to say that we don’t initiate a lot of conversations.  We’ll participate but we aren’ organizers! It’s been good to see that our initial take from 2 years ago seems to be holding true to form:  people put on their good behavior in public; men like to drink beer; but everyone stays under control and a good time is had by all — regardless your idiosyncrasies!

I don’t remember mentioning it, but the park owner paid for materials so that the group of-men-who-can’t-sit-still could build a new wall around the pool.  The park benefits in a lot of ways   thanks to the hard work and excellent workmanship of a little cadre of guys who like to do projects.  Two years ago they were making stairs for 5th wheel owner to supplement the little fold-out ones that come on the rigs — a wider step, a little porch,  and it’s a lot easier for us senior citizens to come home from the grocery and get all our stuff inside without injury.   A couple years ago they installed the electric gate and keypads.  This year they’ve been rebuilding fences.  First along the front of the park — between us and the state highway on the North side. Secondly around the pool, bbq, and shuffleboard courts.  They did a great job, the fence looks great, it’s standing upright (which the old one wasn’t so good about), and it cuts the wind (to say nothing of being a required safety feature).

I have to say that this year the resident attitudes have been 100% better than our first year.  That year the old management attempted to do something about the roads but they did it on the cheap, managed to get the roads torn up and then the contractors just disappeared.  You can imagine the outcry from residents.  Seeing forward progress from the new management right from the get-go when they took over a year ago last fall, this year everyone is happy and that makes life so much better.  There will always be people who have gripes — that’s human nature.  But when folks are in an uproar it’s hard to stay positive.  I wish politicians would understand that.

For people like me who aren’t diagnosed as OCR but have some “tendencies” little things like the duration of the roadwork get us off our stride.  There’s a longing for normalcy even if “normal” is pretty much abnormal for other people. I felt this way when we visited Fort Pickens National Park — and we were unsure about when we would be evacuated from the park because of high tides.  That lasted a couple days until they kicked all the campers out and we decided that was enough, cancelled the balance of our stay and moved on.  It happened to us in Oregon when a wind storm came through and closed the road for hours and hours.  We were glad the crew was out there — but handling the uncertainty about how long it would be before we could get where we were going was my personal little challenge. My dad always told me “Peter, you have a one track mind.”  He was right.  I’ve always acknowledged that — but never got good about changing it.   Still, of all the “problems” to have in life that is so insignificant as to be unworthy of mention — were it not for my poor wife who has to deal with me daily. 🙂

Well, there you have it, another exciting (to me) day of life in South Texas.  Life is looking good and we have plenty to be thankful for.  Thanks for stopping and I’ll be here again tomorrow, why not stop and say Hi.

P.S.:  A few hours later….

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