Trouble in Paradise
Last fall, I purchased a park model in a wonderful wooded site in Show Low, Arizona. Show Low is in the White Mountains, and it and it’s surrounding towns are a popular place for those from Tucson and Phoenix to flee the summer heat.
The weather is great up here, and I’m getting bored. I haven’t read myself out yet, but enough is enough. I’ve got an ‘assignment’ from my art class, so I guess I’ll work on that today. Maybe I’ll join the pinochle group. I used to really enjoy playing that. There’s also something called hand and foot, which is some kind of a canasta-like game. Then there’s always bridge, but it’s been so long, and I really don’t think I can keep track of the cards like I used to, plus it became so stressful for me.
They have golf, which I don’t play, and bowling, but not with my arm. There’s something called po-ke-no for which you need lots of pennies. I don’t have lots of pennies. I barely have enough nickles and dimes after losing at social dice both times I went. Bingo is not a game I’ve enjoyed since childhood, but I eagerly await 7:00 on Bingo night. I am learning mah jongg, and think I will enjoy it.
I’ve met a lot of nice people here, my immediate neighbors, folks out walking their dogs or taking themselves for a walk.
It’s very quite. I sit on my screened in porch and watch the finches at my feeders, book in hand, or with my computer. I’ve seen squirrels and jaybirds from my porch, and even a big fat robin one day. They say there’s a jack rabbit in the park, but so far I haven’t got a glimpse.
I may feel a bit bored, but one thing I don’t feel is guilty. I don’t feel guilty because I’m not constantly doing something, because the Red Cross can’t reach me here to ask me to drive half way across town and sit for several hours at their facility. I can skip bingo without a twinge.
There may be boredom in Paradise, but I think on the whole, I’m enjoying it.