by Phyllis McCrossin
Surprisingly, the RV potion of the campground was almost full this past weekend. There were even a few hearty souls who camped in tents. I am assuming the weatherman’s promise of sunny skies and warm weather combined with fall colors starting to peak here in southwest Michigan brought people out.
King and our sons played in their second to last golf scramble Saturday — The Turkey Open. Entrance fees were reduced rates plus a frozen turkey to be donated to a food bank. Judging from the food bank lines over the past six months at the Presbyterian Church in South Haven, I am guessing there will continue to be a huge need for assistance for the foreseeable future.
I’m going to make a political comment here: People in Washington – There are still many, many, many Americans who are hurting. Get off your backsides and DO SOMETHING. ANYTHING. Just stop arguing, finger pointing and blaming, OK? (I guess finger pointing and blaming are one in the same).
While King and our sons were golfing, I drove to Grand Haven to watch our granddaughters play soccer. I have not been to a soccer game in a long, long time. It is fun to watch, especially the little, little ones who put their heart and soul into play and just a quickly disappear onto the playground when the game is over.
We have another granddaughter who plays on a traveling team. I’d love to watch her play but the league she is in limits attendance to two family members. Maybe next year, “Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,” as a co-worker from the south was so fond of saying.
As I mentioned earlier, the campground was almost full this past weekend and now, for a Sunday afternoon, there are still a good number of people here in their trailers. This past week the road crew working on I-196 finished their project and pulled out with their trailers and fifth-wheels in tow. That left King and I and one other motor home in the campground until Friday night. Today a goodly number of people left at checkout time, but there are still a number of people camping, and a few more are still pulling in.
I’m thinking those who are still here today with children are probably doing virtual learning for school so bugging out on a Sunday is not very necessary. In years past I may have talked to other campers to learn their stories, but most people (myself included) like to keep our distance.
And now for some really good news! We now have a definite date for leaving. I asked King the other day if he could give me one. He looked at me, blinked a few times and then, in his most sarcastic, condescending tone (and I’m perfect, remember), said, “We’ve always said we were leaving November 2.”
No King, we did not. You may have known the date for your last golf outing, but you did not share it with me. Sigh. After 44 years I should have known. But I’m still guessing our daughters-in-law are NOT going to be happy with the last golf outing of the year falling on Halloween, so if, indeed, the Halloween outing does happen, the day after the outing will be spent recuperating.
In the meantime I’m still working on getting car and truck tags (which I can do via a 24-7 Kiosk), trailer title transfer (which if I can’t get in early, I still have an appointment with the Secretary of State Nov. 2) and I’m still battling King about trailer tires. King says he will do whatever our mechanic recommends. I’m wondering if I can pay the mechanic off.
Little by little I’m making progress toward heading West. I do things King does not even realize. Yesterday I set a few extra radio stations on our Sirius Radio in the truck to news stations. It was done in anticipation of King announcing on election day, “Find out the election results.”
Now, instead of going through a set-up procedure that requires a degree in Information Technology, I can smugly push a button and there it is.
And King thinks life just happens.
