{"id":5646,"date":"2019-12-24T08:30:11","date_gmt":"2019-12-24T16:30:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5646"},"modified":"2019-12-24T08:30:12","modified_gmt":"2019-12-24T16:30:12","slug":"rv-park-christmas-part-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/rv-park-christmas-part-7\/","title":{"rendered":"RV Park Christmas (Part 7)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n

Stepping inside the\nRV, a 24-footer, Daisy found herself transported to 1986, the year of\nthe Vixen’s birth. The colors were light brown and darker brown.\nYellow linen drapes. Plush cream-colored carpeting. A double bed in\nin the rear, four-person dinette, mini couch, sink, kitchen, shower,\na double closet, an overhead 13-inch TV with VCR, a cabinet radio and\ncassette with four speakers around the rig, the works! And it was\nspotless, with a slight tinge of cigarette smoke. Lorna must have\nsmoked at some point. Hell yes!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy thought it\nabout the coolest interior space she’d ever seen. What was not to\nlove? Sure, it was small, but what did you really need? Or more\nimportantly, what did you not need? Those questions instantly popped\ninto Daisy’s mind and she started answering them right there. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She whipped out her\nphone and texted a resignation to her supervisor. She apologized for\nthe short notice but the family emergency (hers) had become much more\ncritical and she had no choice but to help out family (herself). \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy made a\nfurther inspection of the interior. The bed was a bit lumpy but\nserviceable. The couch cozy. She turned on the propane of the\nfour-burner stove and it whizzed on. She cranked on the overhead\nelectric heater and it blasted out warmth. She punched on the radio\nand hit play<\/em> on the cassette. Out came Dolly Parton! Under the\nsink, Daisy found a tiny coffeemaker\u2014Lorna’s coffeemaker! No doubt\nshe drank Yuban by the gallon. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m living here<\/em>,\nthought Daisy. This is going to be my new home. <\/em>\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy bounded out\nof the Vixen and sprinted to the office. She threw open the door and\nsaid to a startled Bruce, \u201cI’ll take it! I can get the money to you\nlater today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI’m asking $7500\nfor it,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDone. Can I move\nin today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bruce then went\nthrough the various monthly pricing options in the park. Daisy\ndecided she wanted a space near the tent camping areas and fire pits\nand Bruce said he’d move it right away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy looked at\nBruce with confusion. Then she got it. The Vixen was an RV! It was\nmobile!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow does it\ndrive,\u201d she said. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbsolutely\nincredible, said Bruce, \u201cand Lorna kept the engine serviced\nannually, even though the rig never left the park. I think it has\nless than 25,000 miles on it. It drives like a dream. I’ll show you\nlater.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSounds great.\nI’m going to load some of Lorna’s clothes into it before you move\nit,\u201d said Daisy. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat sounds\nfine,\u201d said Bruce, and he shook hands with Daisy to seal the deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy stepped\noutside the office and clapped her hands in joy and did a little jig.\nShe figured the cost of the Vixen and three months rent at the park\nwould leave her with a couple thousand bucks. And she had just quit\nher job. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh well<\/em>, she\nthought. Time to get to work, whatever that was going to be. <\/em>\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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