It's not a trailer!

 

Not that there's anything wrong with trailers.  We lived in one back in the early 70s in FL when Petey was in the Coast Guard.  It was a great home for us for three years.

During that time my grandparents lived (during the winter) in a beautiful home in the Sarasota area. I remember visiting for the first time and referring to their home as a trailer.

I don't ever remember hearing my gramps yell and he didn't then either but he used a tone of voice that was quite serious when he responded to me.

"Ellen, this is not a trailer.  It's a mobile home."

Since those days there have been many changes in the construction of  non-stick-built homes.

Ours is manufactured home.  The specs are the same if not better and it was built indoors so it didn't have to shiver and shake out in the elements.  

It was delivered via truck in two halves, however.  A garage was then built on site and attached.  As well as a front porch.

When we filled out the paper work with our insurance agency, they had a hard time finding a category for our house.  

Nope - not a trailer.  Nope, not a camper.  Nope, not a mobile home.

So apparently it's going to take a while for the descriptions to catch up.

When one our neighbor went to register to vote, the woman she talked to said, "Oh, you live in that trailer park on 32nd Street."

We have some work to do in spreading the word.

Better yet, come see our house.

More Red House Ramblings

 You have at least one junk drawer, don't you?  In your kitchen, home office, den, etc?

We had 3 in the old house and somehow all the contents ended up in this one (1) "I'd forgotten it was even there" drawer in the kitchen.  We must have thrown out a busload of stuff, eh?

 

Soon after we moved into the Red House Peter realized he'd misplaced/lost his book of authors.  We both have one with an alphabetized list of authors and the titles of the books we've read so we don't keep checking out the same books over and over again.  You've done that before, haven't you?  Haven't you?

We looked everywhere - at least 3 times.  Couldn't imagine where that darned thing got to. 

We knew we'd eventually find it and we did but not before poor Petey brought two books home for the Holland library he'd already read.  

Guess where we (Petey) found it.  Yup, that junk drawer!

Whew.

Next rambling has to do with birds.  I thought I was really going to miss the bird action we had in Allegan because of the lack of trees here at the Red House.  I was a bit sad about that but knew going in things were going to be different.

Well, we have a variety of birds here but a few less.  No chickadees or nuthatches but we have kildeer.  They're helping to fill the bird void.  I love those guys and they're everywhere!

Last rambling:  I love Holland but there's no Jazzercise here.  I've been a Jazzerciser for 30 years and loved the classes and have had the same instructor, Brenda Pearson, for the entire time.

How was I going to survive?  Well, Jazzercise has an online/app that has saved my butt.  Literally.  I tune in 6 mornings a week and am so, so grateful. With the plethora of restaurants here it is helping me "fight the spread." 

It's not the same and never will be.  Hanging with my Jazz peeps in Allegan was always the highlight of my day but . . . . 

So, now you're pretty much up to date with life at the Red House.