There are some good, and some bad trailer parks that a person could live in. This one? A movie title sums it up, “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”.
We are located on the very front of the park, next to one of the 3 small entrances to the park. Our double wide
sits with the end where my office is, facing the main highway. Looking out our front door across our yard 20 feet, you’re facing the narrow gray gravel street into the park. The gray gravel is another story, altogether.
I like to come into the office around 5 or 5:30 am, boot up the computer/s, sit and have a cup of hazel-nut coffee, and relax. There is nothing to see, as it is still dark outside this time of year. The only light is a soft blue glow of two illuminated keyboards on the desk. Just enough light to keep me from tripping over something. I leave the monitor off, until I’m ready, because of its harsh light.
“What aren’t flakes, are fruits and nuts”.
It’s quiet this time of morning, perfect time to relax for a bit as the world wakes up. You grab it while you can, here in the cereal bowl. We call it that, because it’s the easiest way to describe the occupants out here, “What aren’t flakes, are fruits and nuts”.
Then, someone stirs the bowl.
At 5:20 am or so, whoopee man comes to the exit out front, presumably, to go to work. He earned his nickname from me, because his souped up, redneck, loud truck, sounds like a gigantic whoopee cushion that some giant just sat on. If you live in these parts, and don’t have loud Flow-Master exhaust, your nobody. At 5:30 am Thumper comes by. What kind of upbringing teaches you to play thumping music, as you drive through your neighborhood before daylight.
5:45 am, All is quiet for a short time, unless David has awakened, with a craving for coffee down the road at the convenience store. Yes, there it is, the unmistakable blat, blat, blat sound of his Frankenstein Mower. No muffler and firing about every third revolution, with the occasional backfire for good measure. At least it has headlights, of a sort.
At 6 am, the lady in the red car pulls up right on time, to drop her grand daughter off for the loud school bus with the hideously bright white and yellow strobe lights on top. I don’t think I will ever get a Christmas card from her. I stopped her from driving through my yard to get to the mailboxes, it had made a huge muddy rut, before we moved in here.
It’s like a choreographed play, repeating itself over and over. Everyone knows their part, you can nearly set your watch by them. Or, I’m stuck in the movie of Groundhog Day, along with Bill Murray. At least I’m not wrapped in a blanket, living under some bridge. There are many, far less fortunate than I.
The World, is not on fire, calm down.
Plus the surprises, and entertainment can be a gold mine. Imagine raking up your leaves, and burning them in a small pile at the time. Next thing you know, you have 15+ vehicles all around your house, along with firetrucks. Including the Chaplain truck, I still haven’t figured that one out. Last rites for the leaves? Someone, thought the world was on fire and reported smoke, so every volunteer fire-fighter for miles around races to a 2-foot wide pile of leaves. Thus, they each get $30+ from the government for “calling out”.
At least the last couple months have been quiet in the park, no police chases, no fights, no fires. The surrounding areas? Insane. Of course, Spring is just around the corner, that’s when they thaw out and come back to life.
Comments always welcome,
Ron
Your park is a good place to shoot a movie. There are many stories out there.
Susie
Not a bad idea, maybe I should try to get more video of the antics. Include it in the new posts. Thanks for the comment on this sunny afternoon.
I am sure it will receive a wide youtube audience. Susie
That is a great idea! I might make the news, or make a few coins from advertising if it get viral. I’ll have to think of an angle to zero in on.
I am always tempted to laugh at these trailer park posts, Ron. But then I imagine how wearing it must be for you, to live with such a collection of dolts and dullards, all of whom appear to be totally selfish, and inconsiderate. If I ever win the lottery here, I am going to send you enough money to get out of there, and buy a place somewhere nice and quiet. That’s a promise.
Best wishes, Pete.
Mighty nice of you Pete, have a good laugh though. That is why I post it, so others can laugh with me.As long as they are not directly impacting me, then I can deal with it. We do have a diverse collection of dolts, dullards, fanatics, bigots, and some racist. We run the entire spectrum here. Thanks for the comment Pete.
I love the vehicle noises. Apparently your neighbors really need to be heard, so they do it with their vehicles.
Yes Elizabeth, they can be a noisy group. It seems that they only do it in the vehicles.
The title of this post made me LOL! Never a dull moment where you live! 🙂
In my area (Florida) trailer parks seem to fall into 2 categories: 1) aging double-wides that provide economical living for senior citizens, though not much protection from hurricanes or tornadoes; 2) more slovenly singles that are vacant half the year because in general, they are the winter home for ‘snow birds’.
That is a precise observation and covers most parks. I would be claustraphobic in a single. They are not safe in tornadoes, but they sure have living space in the double wides. Of course after about 10+ years they start to fall apart. .
I could add that they are fire traps and that I’ve seen some burn to the ground in a jiffy. I don’t think they last as long as the average house. For certain, when we have a hurricane it is mandatory to evacuate them.
Speaking of Jiffy. We have that covered with our special Fire Detector
We have fire detectors throughout our house + fire extinguishers.
We do too, I fear fire in a trailer. I had a good friend growing up that died in a trailer fire, trying to throw the burning Christmas Tree out of the door.
I’ve never known anyone that died in a fire. That must have been quite a lesson!
I’m 3 miles out in the country from a tiny village and 9 miles from the city in a 115 year old farm house that sits on one acre in the middle of a 50 acre bean field occupied by White Tail deer at the present. I’m up about the same time as you Ron. I put Ben out (Black Standard Poodle, 63 lbs.,) he does his thing and comes back in for his Bison & Sweet Potato breakfast. Our first car up the road is at approx. 0400, not usually anything more until 0500 or so. I know just about every car and it’s occupants, one of those inherited traits from the job, as you well know. This for us is retired living, closest cup of coffee is a Shell station 5 1/2 miles away on the highway linking Wilmington, DE to the Bay Bridge Tunnel to VA Beach. Did 12 x 60 thing back in my Marine Corps days in Beaufort, SC, circa 1966. I think it’s time to sabotage that lawn mower contraption. Semper Fi
Weird how our living is almost parallel in location. I would love an old farm house out like you have. When we lived in the country (real country) we had 10 acres. No one closer than a half mile and not visible. We were down 3 miles of dirt road, which was a nightmare in the rainy season. 14 miles from the nearest “town”. We had a station 3.5 miles down the highway, but that was after driving the 3 miles to the highway. It sure was quiet though.
Thanks for the comment!
If there is any good news, it’s that you are not trying to sleep. Does this racket wake up your wife?
Michelle slept like a baby in our old place, while they were putting vinyl siding on. Both of us have gotten used to the regular sounds I guess. When we first moved here, I would hear every little thing, and each car that drove by outside.
Well gee Ron, I’m truly sorry, but I was going to visit you for a few weeks, y’know, just me and my lovely longhaired kitty, Annie, but I’m afraid I’ll have to back out from my self-invited stay. Y’see, my being NOT a morning person would preclude my visit, since your neighbours would DRIVE ME INSANE very quickly. So better if I stay here. I think. In minus 20 F. ice-coated Montreal. Sigh. Where’s a perfect place when we want one, eh?
I sure hate, that I will miss meeting Ms. Annie. This part of the country might be the perfect place, in the next 30 minutes. I needed a coat this morning, it was 26F. This afternoon it was 69F, might have needed sunscreen if I had washed the car.
What a hoot! No one could describe morning noises better than you! I sobered up after I stopped laughing. John and I walk at dawn. We talk while we walk. What if we are disturbing our neighbors all the way to the creek? Just as they hit the snooze button, we go ambling by, disturbing their peace. If we shushed each other, we’d probably begin to laugh like hyenas. I should think about it more, but I’d rather go back and read this post again just for the fun of it.
Thanks Anne, I am laughing right now at the thought of you and John giggling over trying to stay quiet. I’ve been there and done that. Thanks for a great comment.
Trying not to laugh in church was the hardest thing to do when I was a child.
You certainly have a way with words, my friend!
Thanks Michael, I’m thinking of renting a room out to adventure seekers, that want to see the real thing, not just watch a scripted reality show.
Haw! Haw!