FLORIDA CAMPGROUND POTPOURRI--

Our camper is residing on one of the lots in our snow-birding, mobile home park that was previously occupied by a home that was destroyed by a hurricane several years ago.  We enjoy the shady, live oak tree in the backyard festooned with Spanish Moss.  The aging camper, truck and occupants all weathered the 1,200 mile trip from Ohio in grand style.

For those of you aware of Sue's decided lack of enthusiasm for cooking the following photo might come as a bit of a surprise.  It certainly did to me;  although I really enjoyed the spaghetti dinner that is shown under construction.

 

We still do not know if the oven will work.  That it be permanently disabled was one of her conditions before we purchased the camper from our square dance friends Dick and Rose Hatfield--all in good humor, of course.

This segment concludes with a photo of the laundry facilities featuring a nice view of the campground's 2 acre, centrally located pond.  We have been made to feel extremely welcome here, have made warm friendship with two very special couples from upstate New York and quite likely will leave the camper here for a modest storage fee so we do not have to tow it back and forth for our stay here next winter.

Concluding with a confession; domestic chores like the laundry are often a shared exercise in maintaining domestic tranquility; which is occurring quite to the surprise, I am sure, of those folks who were placing bets on how long we would survive life confined to a domicile of about 200 square feet of living space.