I haven’t written much in my journal the past couple of weeks because it was just one glitch after another on so many things. The good news is despite the many glitches, the pool has been fully restored, we have 3 brand new washers, and 4 new dryers.
To make up for the lost trees around the pool that once offered us shade, nice big umbrellas have been put up. There are 3 of those right now. Two are red umbrellas that match the new chairs, and one is a yellow Shiner Bock umbrella. There is also a Lone Star umbrella in the office that will be put up soon as well. Personally, I have no problem sitting under the Shiner Bock or Lone Star beer umbrella if one of the red ones are in use by someone else. I don’t drink either beer, but don’t have any problem sitting under an umbrella advertising any beer as long as it keeps my little blonde noggin shaded, while I’m sipping what I do like to drink.
When I’m not sitting under one of the umbrellas, I spend a great deal of time happily floating around in the pool. There is something so deliciously decadent about aimlessly floating around the pool on a hot summer afternoon. The feel of the cool water against my skin, the soft sound of the water lapping around me. I’m careful to turn frequently, use plenty of sunscreen, and take frequent breaks in the shade of one of the umbrellas when spending an afternoon at the pool. This has resulted in a glowing tan that truly compliments spaghetti strap tops, shorts, sundresses and sandals.
When I’m not entertaining myself by aimlessly floating around the pool I can often be found sitting beneath the shade of the two big trees at the back of the RV, watching the hummingbirds. They are such fun to watch as they bob, weave and swoop around the feeders. In the early evening, around sunset time, some of the wilder hummingbirds from the trees outside the park come by the feeders. Some of those poor little hummingbirds lost the trees they once called home to the fire.
I’m sad to say the hummingbirds that now call the trees around our space home are sadly lacking in compassion when it comes to their poor homeless country cousins. The regular park hummingbirds go positively ballistic when their country cousins swing by to take advantage of the feeders. A lot of that bobbing, weaving and swooping is because the neighborhood hummingbirds are frantically doing their best to keep what they consider freeloading intruders off their turf.
Hummingbirds, I discovered, do not always hum. When buzzing an intruder they make angry little chirping sound that I think roughly translated say, “Get the *Bleep* off my turf!”
Each hummingbird feeder has a couple of hummingbirds that consider one of the feeders their personal property. When they aren’t ganging up on their poor country cousins with the other regular hummingbirds, those two are constantly squabbling with some of the other regular hummingbirds over feeder rights. For all their cuteness, I have to say hummingbirds are ferociously territorial little creatures.
