I played my last game of golf here yesterday.The day was glorious, sunny and almost 70 degrees, and the stiff warm wind even seemed to always be blowing in the direction our balls were headed. (Not that it helped my on-again, off-again swing or my astonishingly inaccurate putting.)
But that’s it. Today it will be warm and rainy, and tomorrow hurricane Nicole arrives to give us a visit with inundations of rain. Then chilly, chilly, to cold.
Our little complex was a beehive of activity yesterday. The gutter guys came to powerwash the leaves away, someone was flushing the lawn sprinklers, others were patching weak spots in our roads, and – huzzah, huzzah! – the guys sandblasting and painting our bridge (the only way in) were packing up. It’s downright thrilling now to drive in without the kathump! kathump! kathump! of the three speedbumps they’d installed.
And a few doors down there’s an estate sale. We’re only allowed to have one, when the condo is up for sale. There seems to be a steady line of cars parked in front – people from outside the complex is my guess. Most of us left pretty big houses and have had to do some serious downsizing to move here, although I will say there are a few big places, well over 2,000 sq feet.
I just know that when I’m standing in Marshall’s or Home Goods contemplating a gorgeous platter, my immediate question to myself is “And just where do you think you’re going to put that?” I find it hard to imagine many of my neighbors sorting through the offerings down the road with an eye to bringing something back to a home already filled with two sets of grandma’s bone China.