The deck is very private and the stairs at the back lead to a rooftop deck with an ocean view. From the sliding glass doors I can see my own private jungle & I think I'll stick a Christmas tree out there. I'm not really into Christmas these days, but a tree will look festive. The place is a little spotlessly clean doll house. A tad dated, but it has everything I need and is close to the DD and family.
Oh! Let me bitch for a moment. I'm paying big bucks for this little get away & when I went to the office to ask about inviting my family to come into the park and have dinner with me, I was told I'd have to pay $5 a head. I'm outraged. I understand the need to monitor the comings and goings, and I would agree if they were overnight guests, but I'm going to have to pay everytime I have someone stop by That's just wrong. I paid the $20 to have my children to dinner, but that's the last time.
Because I feel it's wrong, I refuse to cooperate. The DD lives in the subdivision across the street, so I will run a shuttle service in my own vehicle. I'm reminded of the old drive-in movie days when we used to hide extra people in the trunk. I won't violate the park policy of no more than 6 people visiting a site, but I'll be damned if I'm going to pay $5 every time my grandkids want to stop by after school. I want to have my family over to decorate the tree and have dinner and no way am I paying $30 for 6 guests to visit me for a couple of hours. Arrest me, throw me out. Fat chance.
On a positive note, my first few days of relative aloneness were worth the price of admission. I slept late, shopped, walked, read, cooked and reveled in the pure pleasure of a solitary existance. I did what I wanted, when I wanted and answered to no one. I had nothing to do but please myself. The escape was so worth it and I can't wait to go back.
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