My Winter of Content

With all due respect, William Shakespeare, but this winter has been anything but full of discontent.

Just the opposite.

For those of you who have been following our travels in our motorhome, you might recall that two years ago we traveled around Florida. We stayed for a month in Port St. Lucie, renting a lot at the Motorcoach RV Resort here. We had a blast meeting new people. An incredible bonus was hosting our long-time friends Curt and Rita for a weekend filled with adventures from kayaking to renting a boat.

Fast forward two years.

Brad and I considered replicating the same tour through Florida again this year. But then I remembered the hassle of trying to find decent, and affordable, places to park our rig throughout the state. The experience was like trying to get front row seats to an Adele concert the day before. (Not that I’ve ever done that, but I will say I’ve seen Adele in concert with our son, Ian. Best. Concert. Experience. Ever.)

I digress.

So, last April, after winding down a six-month western sojourn in the coach, our daughter, Kyle, joined Brad and I at the Rubini family home in North Carolina. After a glass (or two!) of wine, I decided that maybe we consider actually buying a lot at the resort in Port St. Lucie we loved so much two years prior.

I’ve determined the best decisions are made when wine with one’s daughter is involved. We looked at the resort’s website. I found one I thought was ideal. Kyle thought better.

“I think you want to be on water,” she said.

Ultimately, we discovered “our” spot, one that I call “the little engine that could” site. It was a sad little puppy, it’s neglect apparent.

I can’t resist a rescue.

We bought the lot.

If there was such a thing as an RV renovation reality show, we’d be featured.

We sold the tiki that was onsite to our neighbors.

That paved the way to create our new space. It involved having a section of landscaping (including a huge royal palm) moved, designing and building an entirely new tiki, complete with kitchen, living and dining space. And, all of this involved the process of getting every step of the way approved by the resort’s Architectural Review Committee and making sure appropriate permits were obtained.

There was a big hiccup in the works from the start, where what we perceived as our lot was actually common ground. Never mind it had a brick wall and gate on the perimeter, offering the illusion that it was all our lot. But then again, I digress.

All’s well that ends well.

This winter has been filled with making new friends through all the amazing activities the resort offers. From a weekly biking group, to pickleball, to yoga and water aerobics classes.  We joined an off-site golf club which expanded those new friendships as well.

We both feel so incredibly blessed to have met and made new friends at this stage in life.

With my best and forever friend and partner, Brad.

Toledo friends came and visited, and connected with others in Boca Raton too.

 

 

A “bucket list” item of visiting each of the Seven Wonders of the World began with visiting Mexico and touring Chichen Itza with Kyle, her husband Will, our son Ian and his partner Adam in February. Family time is always precious time.

 

 

 

 

Finally, in this new, beautiful space, I finished a writing project that has been on my mind and heart for awhile.

After receiving an incredibly supportive critique from members of the Society of Children’s Book Authors and Illustrators several months ago, I forged full steam ahead.

Today I completed the first draft of my initial middle-grade novel, and it feels so good.

Stay tuned for any developments on the project as I work toward having the work traditionally published.

As we leave this little slice of paradise, making our way north, spending time with family and friends on our way, I send my very best to the many who have been so kind to us over this winter.

Thank you for making this a season full of content.

And then some.