It is finally Sunday night. After 5 straight days of working, we are beat! How did we ever hold down full time jobs? The southward snowbird migration has gotten underway and tonight the park is 99% full. Mark's job was to lead all those rigs to their sites, get them parked and make sure they had no problems. My job was to collect the money, figure out if any discounts apply and check The Board for open sites. We are told that today and December 27 are the two busiest days of the season. We are just glad we aren't working the 27th! As of now we're on the 2-day-a -week schedule which will be just perfect, especially since the weather has been fabulous. Maybe we can get in more golf (if his back gets better.)
We had to turn our furnace on early both Friday and Saturday morning, but only for about a half hour to take off the chill. I tried turning on the fake fireplace, but Butch wouldn't quit barking at it. He's such a chicken. We hear the leaves back home are beautiful. No such thing here - some trees just drop their green leaves; others just turn brown.
Speaking of Butch, on Thursday night he managed to poop one green earplug; one more to go.
It Halloween - I forgot to wear my Halloween socks. We have no candy since there is only one baby and three teenagers who live in the park, so I opted not to buy any candy. Mark specifically asked me yesterday if we should buy a bag but I just didn't want to be eating the entire bag if no one showed. Mark would have wanted Milky Ways and I would have insisted on another bag of Snickers, so we have none. Here's the problem with that - as I was walking Butch at 7:00 when we got off work tonight, we came to one of the local residence who yelled over to me - "look Diane, I got trick or treaters tonight." (They were her grandkids who live in the area.) I yelled over, "hopefully they won't stop by our trailer - they will be very disappointed - we have nothing."
About a half hour later we were having a cocktail outside when, yes, the trick or treaters stopped by with their parents and grandma. We (the adults) all had a good laugh, and they insisted that the kids only wanted to pet Butch. However - the kids kept saying "trick or treat" and holding out their bags. They left empty handed, and even scared Butch in the process. In hindsight, I could have given them a few quarters, but those are precious laundry money and I really didn't want to part with them.
We've vowed not to go to bed so early tonight. The past two nights it's been 9:00pm and then 9:30pm. Of course when you go to bed that early, you're up at 6:00. I can't do that tomorrow. Mark says he'll have a Tylenol PM induced night.
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