On Thursday morning we followed our usual home routine; breakfast, computer work (for me), cross-stitch (for Linda), a walk around the park, and a light lunch. We walked by the clubhouse / pool / pond / pavilion area to check on the progress of the deck being built along the north edge of the pond. The deck construction was finished and the landscaping was being installed. We continued on to the rear entrance to check on the new landscaping that was being installed the day before.
The new deck by the pool at WCRVresort.
The new landscaping by the rear entrance.
Mid-afternoon John and Marian Hagan drove up in their car from their home in Dunnellon for a visit. It was the first time they had been to Williston Crossings RV Resort and the first time they had seen our converted bus. Shortly after John and Marian’s arrival David and Marie Ross walked over from their motorhome, which was parked just around the corner from ours. Linda had set up all six of our folding chairs and our one folding table, but it was just too chilly to sit outside and talk. Our coach will accommodate six adults for seated conversation, but just barely. We had met the Hagan’s last week for the first time and the Ross’s just yesterday for the first time and this was the first time the Hagan’s and Ross’s had met but we quickly settled into a long comfortable chat. This has been our experience to date with every member of our FMCA Freethinkers Chapter that we have had the pleasure of meeting.
Around 6 PM we took the conversation down the street to Angelina Mia, the only Italian restaurant in Williston. Once again Linda and I had a pizza and side salads. This time, however, we had a Manhattan Supreme “white” pizza with olive oil, garlic (lots of garlic), spinach, sweet basil, tomatoes, and mushrooms, hold the cheese. It had a thin, crispy crust the way we like it, and was a very acceptable vegan pizza. Everyone else had regular Italian dishes, and like the last time we were here, they all indicated that the food was pretty good. We stayed at the restaurant two and a half hours eating and talking. John and Marian headed home directly from there and we dropped David and Marie back at their rig. A little more chat in the brisk evening air and we decided to call it a night, but not before agreeing to go out to breakfast the next morning.
L-to-R Me, John, Marian, Marie, David, and Linda at Angelina Mia’s in Williston.
Friday morning the Ross’s picked us up a 9 AM and went to Melanie’s. The parking lot was so full we had to park across the street by a vacant building. Linda had rye toast, dry, and I had a plain bagel, dry; a pretty typical breakfast out for us. David and Marie had regular breakfast fair, and seemed pleased with their choices. We lingered and drank coffee, but eventually had to go back to the resort as they were expected at Fort Wilderness in Orlando, Florida that afternoon. We said our “until next time”s and left them to concentrate on t heir departure routine. A final wave as they drove out and they were gone.
Living in an RV, even part-time as we are doing, can be an isolated, even lonely experience if that’s what you want it to be or if you fail to take some action to make it otherwise. Cherie Ve Ard and Chris Dunphy of Technomadia and been full-timing for at least seven years now and have put a lot of thought and energy into the issue of “nomadic community.” They have run into people all over the country, both randomly and intentionally, and then used their knowledge of communications and social networking technology to stay in touch and forge enduring relationships. Cherie’s most recent post discusses the difference between what they call a “convergence”, which is what is occurring in Cedar Key, Florida at the moment, and an RV rally or other such organized event.
We have some busy days coming up, so I took the opportunity to do a load of laundry mid-afternoon while Linda went for a walk. I think she planned to go for a long stroll, but cut it short because it was just too chilly to enjoy even with sunshine. We planned to eat dinner early and go over to the Friday night bonfire at the fire pit but Linda did feel like going, so I went by myself for a while. Part of living in a RV is that it has to be OK to not always do everything together.
