Turns out we know the people in the Bluebird. We met them at Dakota Ridge
in Golden last November. They live in Carbondale and just stopped at Dakota
Ridge for one night on the way home. They came down here to Texas to check out Gulf Waters. They like it so
much, they were looking at lots for sale by the end of the day. They ended
up buying a site from the first phase over on a different pond a hundred
yards away. They don’t close till next Friday, so they’re still next to us. They’ll be here until the middle of the month, then they’re off for a two
month caravan trip to Belize. Fun neighbors.
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Our motorhome is like a supermodel. When people walk past in the RV Park,
heads turn. People look. They look as they walk past. They look back
after they’ve walked past. It gets attention. Then the forty-five foot Bluebird pulled in next to us. Now we’re
invisible.
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Know how sometimes you can’t think of a word? You might be right in the
middle of a sentence, and suddenly there is a word that just won’t come out.
You can think of twenty words to describe it, but not the one word you’re
looking for, then you remember it, and life goes on. That happens more and more to Judy and me, so I’ve had plenty of opportunity
to observe it. Know what struck me? It’s always a noun. I can think of
all the adjectives and adverbs to describe it, but I can’t think of the
noun. If the word I was looking for was the word “house”, I could describe
it as that square thing with the pointy top you have on your property in the
middle of the yard, that you live in, until the noun came to me. Why do you
suppose it’s always a noun?
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We get to watch the egret fish our pond everyday.
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The beach house.