My mother-in-law calls the gated community where we live, ‘the compound.’ She just may be right. After living here for a year, I have made some observations. First, I am considered a youngster. That means, in about five years or so, half the population will be dead, and I will be the grumpy ‘old’ man again.
Now, don’t get me wrong, old people are okay. You just have to adjust your schedule. For example, the fireworks display for the new year was held at 6:00 p.m. and everybody said, "Happy New Year," and went home and went to bed. If they hold a party at the club, it usually starts at 6:00 p.m. and is over by 8:30 p.m. and that includes dinner and dancing. In the winter months, they end earlier because everyone has to go home in the dark.
I also know now why everyone drives around in a golf cart. They don’t want to go any faster than a golf cart. Of course, many of the residents play golf and they can’t drive at top speed on the course.
The politics are about the same as any little town. A select few want to do everything "the way we’ve always done it." And, that’s since 1979. I’m not going to be the one to tell them it’s 2014. I’ve got enough enemies.
There are always plenty of exciting activities, like Mahjong or a brunch. And, then there is clogging classes, line dancing classes and belly dancing classes. So far, I have resisted peeking in on any of these. I just don’t think I could stand watching 80 to 90 year old women belly dancing.
My plan is to outlive them and change this place to a fishing resort.
I’m going to sell live bait and make a fortune.
PMO
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