Friday, March 30, 2012

Count Down To Departure

Today, Jack repaired some do-hickie on the RV kitchen slide out.  He can explain it.  I saw it before and after repair but I couldn't tell you anything about the repair.  I know it was hot out and he was outside for quite awhile.  He can give you specifics. Since he keeps up on the Mobile Suite web site and what other owners are experiencing with their RV he knew it was a common problem and exactly how to repair it.



Anyhow, we are trying to get everything readied, washed, repaired, loaded (bikes and motorcycle), our family and pet signs in the tree taken down and stored away, the picnic table cloth faded by the Florida sun thrown out.  Our sun solar birds and butterflies taken down and wrapped in a rug, to be brought out in Jacksonville, even if only for a week.  I'm sure our family and pet signs will be the only thing put out after our Jacksonville visit.  Not sure where we are going but we are thinking about Georgia, Mississippi, Louisiana, and or Alabama. Jack wants to see where the Swamp People come from  and I'd like to see where Billy, the Exterminator, lives.  I'll keep you posted on how this all works out. 

The doggies went to the groomer yesterday and came home looking fantastic and smelling even better.  It is amazing how much less expensive dog grooming is down here compared to Warsaw.  But again, in my opinion, having the dogs groomed is worth any expense.  The last few days, before their grooming, I could smell the doggie outdoor stink on them.

So, as I write this it's 11:08 P.M. Friday night and we are making that final list of things to do.  Jack played golf today and I did attend a mock wedding for Doug and Ann, the owners, and I have to say it was about the funniest thing I have been privy to in a long time. I just hope my pictures come out ok.  The object of a mock wedding, which by the way I had no idea what it was, is to reverse everyone's roll in the ceremony.  For example, the bride was a man, the groom was a woman.  Wally was the Matron of Honor (and I just about peed myself when I saw him walk in with his blond wig), Joann was an usher.  Steve, the guy I have told you about a few times was dressed as the pregnant girlfriend of the groom.  He was funnier than heck complete with Billy Bob teeth and all.  I loved it.  Again, I hope the pictures can put you at this mock wedding.  It also should be on You Tube soon.  Check under mock wedding at Sandy Oaks RV Park, Beverly Hills, Florida. Not sure how soon they'll get it on You Tube but they did announce that it would be downloaded as soon as possible.

Today, I think Jack and I have been operating in a different level of our life.  We are doing the things we are supposed to be doing, saying all of the right things to people we are supposed to be saying to them but knowing full well we may never see some of these people again. And it kind of kicks you in the stomach.  People with whom we have bonded and truly loved and cared about for these past few months.  People we have gotten to know and who have become entwined in our life's character.  People we will never forget.  First and foremost is Joann and Wally.  For the very first time in all of these months Wally said "Good morning girls and boys."  He kids me about our foo-foo dogs and has always teased me calling them "the girls". I have corrected him time and time again but actually it's been kind of a game.  I have always bid he, Winston and J.J. everyday as "Good morning, boys."  Which, of course, they are all boys.  But he likes to rib me by calling Tanner, a foo-foo dog and a girl.  Today he finally called Tanner a boy.  It really did sadden me in a weird, kind of, I'm not going to see you next week kind of way. 



A picture of a horse Jack took with our new camera. The horse was not in the RV park but stood several hundred feet away on a farm outside of the park.

Wally and "the boys".



And the boys.
 







The "real" couple will be married in April.  Doug, in the brown t shirt (his parents owned this RV park for years) and Anne, his bride-to-be, sandwiched between the bride and banjo player.







Steve, in the yellow hat and top.  When the minister asked if anyone had any objections to the marriage Steve stood up and said, "I do.  He (pointing to the groom who was really a woman) took me to the No Tell Motel 8 1/2 months ago and now look at me!"  Of course, Steve looked as if he was 12 months pregnant.
 





Wally in the blond wig.
 


The "Minister"





Some misc pictures of a dance here at the park.