Seems like that post I a wroted fer Nilda’s cousin Clementine (which got her no good, worthless, thievin’ husband talkin’ to me bout buyin’ O’l 5th Wheel afore he bought a brand new to him, 1968 Cerio Scottie from Sanderson’s Junkers, Clunkers and Salvage in Fleccer, Mozurie), stirred up a hornets nest with more cousin’s than we knowed we had. They were a sayin’ that all that writin’ was confusioning to them, and would I wright a simple post that just had the facts about our day and not nothin’ about a bunch of menfolk that wouldn’t know fine food if it were a sittin’ right in front of them.
So just fer them, here it is, nice and simple: Got up at our usual time. Nilda fixed coffee the usual way, and we both drank our usual number of cups. I walked up to the park office to get the paper for Nilda. On the way I waved to Terry, said hi to Jim, Harley, Dottie and Goldie. Rubbed the ears of there dogs, Humper, Piddles and Nuggetdropper. Waved at Thelma and Old Jim on there bicycles, as well as Mrs. Widebottom who was picking up doggy droppin’s in front of the office.
Picked up the paper and returned to Ol’ 5th Wheel while a doin’ the same talkin’, wavin’, and lookin’ I did on the way up to the office. Nilda had our usual breakfast fixed, after which we commenced as usual, to sit out in our chairs, a lookin’ at everybody up and down the street who were out a doin’ the same thing we was. I glanced up at Sandy, Cindy, Darlene and Susan everytime they come a zippin’ past on they’re usual workout walk, which were also the only time Nilda took her nose outta that paper, what with her a glancin’ at me, a glancin’ at them.
That took care of the morning, but just before Nilda started to fix our usual lunch, Bill and Betty asked if we wanted to join them for lunch at the Meatball Factory and Talipia Farm, so we did. We ate two much serf and turd as usual, but all said, it were right tastey, so we headed back to burn some of them new calories off by taking a hard nap. I was a really getting’ into a dream bout them walkin’ ladies when Nilda wakes me up, sayin’ we got to go git some food fer the typical Tuesday twilight potluck get together at the park.
We went to the store, got what Nilda wanted, and come back. Food fixed we took off towards the activity center, meetin’ Jim, Misty, Harry, Sandy, John, Jan, Rick, Diane, Susan, Darlene, Cindy and Betty on the way. With the usual Monday night TV football game havin’ been postponed a night due to snow, they’er husbands was a staying home and watchin’ it. We vaccummed up that food like usual, then everybody got to talkin’ to the usual folks about the usual things.
Later, after the menfolk put up the tables like usual and the womenfolk got their hopefully empty dish, everybody headed back to there mobile, mobile homes as usual. We walked with Arthur, Winnie, Muley Johnson, Sam, Bea, Harold, Darlene, Sandy, Susan and Cindy. Usually we sit out and talk too folks, but tonight we was booth tired, so we did our usual getting’ ready, then got onto the bed from our usual sides and did our usual bedtime ritual, afore finally fallin’ to sleep.
Sorry bout this here post. I tried to get them cousin’s to reed almost any of them blogs written by other folks, all of which is almost exactly like this one every day they write one, but them cousins wanted to know what a typical day was just for Me and Nilda without nothing extraoutoftheordinary happenin’. Tomorrow we will once a gain be back to relatin’ the way livin’ the fulltime mobile, mobile really is like fer all them rv dreamers out their.
