Friday, May 27, 2016

Yes, The Pool Is Open!

The weekend started yesterday with three groups checking in a day early. Not complaining! Last minute reservations are filling in the gaps on my chart, despite the cancellations. My on-line reservations from the web site come to my personal e-mail.

I still keep a close eye on the kampground website. The one that caught my eye was the query, "Any openings left?" That's all, no other qualifications for what the person was looking for. I replied with, "For what date?"

The rain that was forecast for the week did not happen. I mowed until my legs felt like rubber yesterday .... after I painted the boards for picnic table assemblage. The "storms" scheduled for the week never appeared and lots of weeds were pulled and I even picked 4 strawberries!!

Cujo, my 4 year old dachshund killed a rabbit!!! I can't imagine why a rabbit would want to come into our back yard. I even questioned HeWho witnessed the event, wondering if Martha, the boy cat might have gifted the rabbit to his best buddy, Cujo. HeWho says that the rabbit was hopping across the yard when Cujo gave chase and grabbed the intruder. So smart, my Cujo, knowing that his Mommy loathes rabbits stealing her crops!

The storm came in as dusk fell last night after a bright and sunny day. Scattered showers are in the forecast today and tomorrow, with sunshine and clear skies for Sunday and Monday. We shall see.

The other event of the week was the visit to the orthopedic surgeon for HeWho. His knee still hurts and when he went to the clinic, things went just as I had predicted. You will recall that we had an x-ray at the nearest facility with that capability, a hospital 25 miles from here. I assume a qualified radiologist read the x-ray and reported no fractures. This is the same facility that left me with a huge bruise from the phlebotomist who seemed incapable of locating a vein.

There is a fracture to the tibia. Just a hairline fracture, but an MRI is being scheduled to determine whether surgery will be needed. Since the man refuses to stay off the knee, the fracture could have occurred after the initial x-ray, although the doctor didn't think so. Such is life with HeWho refuses to listen to his wife.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Where Have All The Berries Gone .....

The week before the season opening big holiday weekend. Say that three times fast. I have been studying the weather forecast intensely. Rain will affect my prosperity and I have absolutely no control. I like to be in control.

Yesterday was sunny, affording the only opportunity to attend to the grounds. The forecast had rain coming in the night and lasting until Friday. That will eliminate the Thursday and Friday morning mowing in preparation for the big weekend. I started early and set out to mow the sites that are not easy to get to on the big mower. I also mower closer to the ground. I got 5 sites done and 5 more prepped for HeWho mows while riding.

I chose to stay home and trust HeWho hurt his knee to go to the clinic alone. In his absence I moved the newly painted picnic tables to the finished sites. This can easily be accomplished with a hand truck. Just lift from one end and tip the tabletop toward the hand truck and roll away. This is my way. HeWho much prefers starting the tractor and maneuvering the bucket attachment under the table top and lift it precariously in the air. This always results in having to retouch the paint job and sometimes a rebuild if he tries to race to the site and drops it. I prefer my way, it is actually quicker and results in no damages. Quiet, as well.

I cursed the man under my breath as I re-situated the big bolt ends that define the playground. Instead of using the weed whacker he pushed all of them forward with his mower into the pea gravel to facilitate mowing the grass along the edge. He will employ this method for moving picnic tables, as well. This will also result in damages.

To say I was tired when he returned goes without saying. I decided to make the store stock run while the skies were clear. I don't relish the thought of tackling that in the rain. I don't care for driving in storms, either. I got to sit down while driving, too.
I returned and stocked the store and checked expiration dates.

It was still light outside. I was torn between picking the ripe strawberries or mowing the dog park. I mowed the dog park. I was stumbling tired when I finally came in as dusk was falling. I had forgotten to eat lunch and the breakfast toast energy had been gone. I pulled out leftovers and put them on to heat up and toyed with thoughts of picking those berries, but took out the trash instead.

Sleep was hard to come by, as I was aching all over. HeWho slept in oblivion with his new pain meds. Toni Louise was particularly restless, she kept looking at the window and growling deep in her throat. I shushed her sternly and continued seeing dandelions behind my eyelids.

Today dawned sunny and bright and I dutifully tackled the kitchen mess from our late supper before grabbing a bowl and heading out to the strawberry patch. Yesterday lots of red berries peeked at me between the leaves. At a glance you could see that the plants were full. But, today, nothing! Somebody deftly picked my berries! Not a critter, they would have left a mess. This was done by human hands. I was profoundly annoyed. Not even green berries were left to ripen.

But, I had no time to launch an investigation! This is the week before the season opening big holiday weekend and I have stuff to do! I staked up some baby trees and helped HeWho hauls away aluminum cans bag them up and tie them to the trailer. I tended to my hanging baskets and then decided to mow the side yard, as the skies were starting to look bruised.

My bedroom window looks out on the side yard. The vegetable garden extends back from the side yard. The peach tree lends shade to my window and the strawberries grow along the fence. As I mowed, I noticed quite a few green peaches on the ground. It was not windy at all yesterday and I had actually gazed up into my tree, noting that I did not have many peaches. Now I have none .....

Maybe I should not be in such a hurry to shush my dog! The dusk to dawn light gives such brilliance to that area it causes me to make use of room darkening shades. The rain began to fall as I finished the last bit of grass. And now I sit, still wet from the rain and ponder the lost berries.

My peonies, choking in weeds.

My peonies, after weeding.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Reservations About Reservations

As the holiday weekend approaches, I have been busy with reservations .....

Pretty normal, right? I find myself having serious reservations about what people think reservations are for and how it works.

I have regulars who reserve a year in advance and always show up and request the same site. They obviously understand the concept of making reservations. If they forget to make a reservation for a weekend and just show up, they understand that the site they want might not be available. That's how it works.

Last week I had a gentleman call to make reservations for the upcoming holiday weekend and he requested two sites that have been reserved for a year. When I told him they were already reserved, he was indignant and informed me that he would not come if he couldn't have those sites!

I guess he is not coming. Today a man came in and said he had several questions about my park. I was busy pricing merchandise and stocking shelves while listening to a Robin Cook suspense. I put my book on hold and prepared myself for an barrage of questions and some unsolicited advice.

His first questions were about the pool and the price to enjoy an afternoon in the pool. This was followed by suggestions about season passes and lowering the rates. I almost said, "Yes, but no." Meaning yes, I hear you, but no, your ideas will not be entertained by me. When he realized he would not be convincing me to see things his way about lowering my rates, he decided that camping here would be cheaper than paying to swim. "Will I need a reservation for this weekend?" he asks. I tell him that he should absolutely reserve a site, that I only have a few left. He then told me he would be in on FRIDAY to make the reservation.

I told him he could try, but that I might not have any sites left. He could not seem to grasp the concept of reservations, wondering why I wouldn't hold a site for him (unsecured), since I knew he would be here Friday to make the reservation ....... FOR FRIDAY.

But, I saved the best for last. I had reservations for a particular site that would be arriving AFTER the holiday weekend. I even commented that I was glad it would be after the holiday, since that would assure more choices for him, as his stay would be a couple of weeks. He looked at the site map on the website and chose one. This particular site is an end site and very popular. I have had a reservation for this site from a regular customer for months. He always asks for this site due to the size of his toy hauler.

A few days ago the man with the reservation for AFTER the holiday called to see if it would be okay to go ahead and come in this Friday. Yikes. I explain that I have a reservation for the site he wanted. I can tell that he is not happy with my solution of putting him in another site until after the weekend.

As much as I want to accommodate all my guests, sometimes it is just not possible. After his call, I promptly forgot about it. I had done the best I could. He called me the next morning to see if he came in BEFORE the weekend and was in the site when the weekend arrived, would that work.

Again, I want to say, "Yes, but no." I have no intention of blowing off a return guest for someone staying at a reduced rate. Fortunately for him, I had a seasonal camper pull out rather suddenly (they had no idea their camper would sell so fast). This solved the problem as this is a very nice site with lots of space.

I still have reservations about my reservations, though.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Crazy Old Man Syndrome

Men are so helpless. HeWho is still limping and complaining about his knee. You know, the knee he landed on when he flipped the motorcycle. The knee that was not broken, but was no doubt about it, seriously injured. He was told to take it easy and stay off the knee. That means, limited walking and even less bending and kneeling. He was given a round of steroids to speed up the healing and was told to take 800 mg of Ibuprofen for 2 weeks. And that he would need a brace.

He religiously took the steroids and the Ibuprofen was hit and miss. The brace consisted of an ace that he thought to be sufficient. The steroids made him feel so much better that he went right back to mowing and towing. Now, weeks later, he is experiencing a lot of pain. He asked me to call the clinic today. He thinks they should prescribe something for the pain. His wife told him that the pain was his knee telling him to slow down and stay off of it and that the clinic visit will result in a referral to an ortho doctor. His wife is right, we all know it, but I dutifully made the appointment for Monday.

When asked what the appointment was for, I reminded the receptionist of the old man and the motorcycle and she did remember him. I relayed my thoughts to her and then told her to put "crazy old man syndrome" in the complaint box.

Friday, May 20, 2016

I Am The Kampground Bouncer!!

Friday night in a campground, one hour to go. I can't wait to lock the door and get into a steaming hot shower! Thursday and Friday are mow days. After I finished my tasks I painted three picnic tables and helped move one of the new ones onto a site. The new tables are really nice, but super heavy.

My run over tree is alive and well. I think it will survive. Still wonder why anybody was on that driveway ....

You will recall my recent success in evicting an unpleasant dweller. I may live to regret that! Since I seem to be more adept at this task, it has fallen on me to do it again. I guess you could say I am the bouncer of undesirable campers.

The non paying tenant failed to meet the deadline of paying rent, so I decided to cut my losses and just kick him out. There were a parade of various women showing up and staying at his camper. Before you get the wrong idea, he was not there. My soft hearted husband did not think it would be nice to make them leave after he had someone come up with a partial payment of less than a third of the money he owes us with a promise of another like payment to be delivered last Friday.

I nagged until Sunday, trying to convince HeWho is always up for a hard luck story, to pull the plug and lock the box on this camper. He finally did on Sunday .... or he said he did. I was annoyed at him for reasons too numerous to count and found myself closing up early with a bottle of wine in my hand. Oddly enough that wine seemed to add fuel to my annoyances!

I meandered down to sit at a fire with some friends who were nice enough to suggest I might enjoy sipping the wine from a glass instead of straight from the bottle. I declined, although I did offer to share, but since I had no takers on my offer, I decided it would just be wasteful to employ a glass that would have to be washed.

About one third of the way to the bottom of the bottle I noticed that the plug of the non paying tenant was situated securely in the electrical outlet provided by the fact that we pay the bills. This did not sit well with me and after a few more sips (gulps) of my whine, I decided to correct the problem.

I marched over to the box and yanked the offending cord out and flung it dramatically to the ground. That felt pretty good, so I followed up with a knock to the door. I knew someone was in there, as I had seen movement in the window and a vehicle was parked there. A young woman answered my knock ........ with her shirt hiked up and her hand rubbing her belly. Her jeans were splayed open and not zipped or buttoned. I was not impressed with her and regret not having told her to pull her pants up before answering the door.

What I did say was, "I have unplugged you .... plug it in again and I will cut the plug off that cord. Do you understand what I just said to you?"
Still rubbing her exposed belly she nodded in the affirmative. I asked her why she was there and she told me that non paying tenant had requested that she watch his dog in his absence. "You need to get the dog and get your things and leave. You are not a registered guest and you have no business here in my campground." Then she told me there was NO DOG there!

"Which begs the question ... what are you doing here?" She started with the simpering story of watching a non existent dog again and I raised my voice and demanded that she leave immediately. I was not nice at all, I may have told her to get her $#*# together and go or I would be calling law enforcement since she was trespassing.

She remarked that she could not believe I was doing this and I replied, "Believe it, sister, and spread the word!!" I still regret not addressing her attire. She left, the camper is still unplugged and we have heard nothing from non paying tenant.

Now I just need to figure out a way to remove his fifth wheel since I have rented his site to another long term camper next month. I suggested that HeWho tows borrow the wrecker and drag it out. He says it will damage it, that it needs a fifth wheel hitch. Really, I don't care. I want it gone, along with all the bags of trash accumulated outside the door. Cigarette butts adorn the area and I need to clean it up for my next tenant. I say just pull the wrecker in behind it and shove it out.

Legally I could lock it and put a lien on it, but it is not worth what he owes us. We get stuck with abandoned RV's from time to time and end up having to pay to have them removed.

Thursday, May 19, 2016


In case you might be wondering where I have been ...... I have been having trouble logging on to Blogger. Don't know why, since I was not denied access to anything else. "This page cannot be displayed."

I rebooted everything and still it would not open up. So, I just went to bed. The rain and the pending projects have had me pushing myself to the limit every day. Painting, mowing and weeding take up all my waking hours and now I sit here listening to the projected forecast for Memorial Day weekend ...... supposed to rain Friday and Saturday. Great.

Yesterday I decided to dig up some young trees and create a line of trees to camouflage The Barn of HeWho. I married Fred Sanford, but have decided to call the Barn "HeWho's Folly" because only people my age know Fred Sanford.

I don't know why I did not think of this before! I always have lots of baby trees in the spring and why this did not occur to me before is a mystery. I dug up 13 trees yesterday and planted them to strategically create a visual block to the eyesore of HeWho's Folly.

Every muscle in my body aches today. That was a lot of digging! I plant trees all the time and have lost hardly any. This morning when I went out to see what my garden was doing, I was happy to see my corn finally coming up, but when I glanced over at my line of trees, I was disappointed to see one laying flat on the ground.

I had an issue with water yesterday. I had pulled the hose over to the tree line to give them each a good drink when I was interrupted by a check-in. This was immediately followed by another, then a phone call. I confess that I totally forgot the water was on. I knew the connection between hoses was leaking and it sort of flooded the area. I figured it had something to do with water pushing it up and toppling it over.

I walked over to pick it up, thinking I would need to stake it when I saw the tire marks. Somebody drove down the private drive and ran over my tree! It was not HeWho mows and tows. We came inside at the same time last night as it was turning dark.

Why anyone would drive down the private drive is also a mystery. There is a map on the front of the building and the private drive way is clearly marked with signage and lights. Not a good way to start the day, already aching from big tree planting adventure.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

I Have A Flower Delivery ....

No, not for me. HeWho and the children all know better than to send me cut flowers. But that is not what this is about.

I was planting some green envy zinnias in a spot that I can see from my bedroom window. I need all the help I can get to make me want to roll out of the bed in the morning. I happened to see a non descript van barreling down the EXIT drive. I sighed deeply, thinking it was far too early on a Friday to be dealing with people who can't read. There is a sign posted that says 'ENTER NEXT DRIVE' that can be seen from pretty far away. Then if you happen to not see it and turn in, another sign warns you that you are going the wrong way. It literally says 'WRONG WAY'. Like the ones on the exit and entrance ramps on the interstate system.

I lay down my multi-tool that allows me to pluck dandelions from the ground, plant bulbs and even has a saw edge that I have never used. I was afraid I might want to use the saw edge if I kept it in my hand. As I approached the van at the entrance to the office, a man was opening the side door and when I inquired about being of assistance he sang out, "Flower delivery ...."

Flowers? I don't see any flowers. I realize that florists are apt to deliver other types of baskets. I might have called this a fruit basket. The woman driving was grinning at me and I told them I would take the basket, since I just saw that camper leave a few minutes before. "Oh, and by the way, did you realize that you came in the wrong drive?" I am always ready for a good excuse, as it will usually contain blog material. She just smiled at me and said that she did. Like a dog with a bone, I just couldn't let it go. So, I asked her if the signs were visible and again she said they were, but that she had already turned when she saw them. At least I didn't have to ask her if she could read.

But, back to this basket. I was carrying it into the office out of the sun. I looked down and saw this. Sliced American cheese. Odd, don't you think? I mean I have seen baskets with cheese and crackers and summer sausage and such, but I can honestly say that the package of American cheese nestled next to the bananas is a first for me.

So, this called for an investigation. I turned the basket slowly, thing there must be crackers and maybe mustard some where. I was wrong. There is a small bag of chocolate chip cookies, some ginger snaps and 2 cans of peanuts. All brands I have seen at the Dollar Tree. Lots of oranges and bananas and the cheese. Sprinkled throughout are miniature candy bars in Easter colored wrappers and 2 packages of juicy fruit gum.

I am friends with the recipient of the basket, so I felt free to explore the contents through the cellophane. I did not open the card (I do have some scruples!), but am pretty sure this is from her sons who live in another state. I hope she sends a picture of the basket of goodies to them so that they can give some feedback to the company they ordered this from.

I wish I knew her kids. I would call them and ask how much they paid for this basket. I have sent such things myself and I would want to know if the local florist with that contract had delivered something like this.

Looks to me like they used candy left over from Easter and supplied everything else from the Dollar Tree except for the fruit. And I happen to know that bananas are on sell this week for 39 cents per pound. The cheese? Maybe they had a coupon?

Just goes to that old adage ....... it IS the thought that counts!!