Sunday, November 6, 2011
First CRMPOA Meeting
Thankfully we got a full autumn weekend by the river this week, Friday to Sunday evening. Better still, the time-change provided an extra hour of sleep (or of raking leaves, depending).
Saturday was the semi-annual meeting of the Property Owners Association, and our first such event. The group met at 11:00 at the church in the middle of town followed by a social luncheon hosted by one of the members. At the business meeting they decided, among other things, to build a hand-rail at the common area, give $200 to a local food bank, and participate in the July 4th parade next year. We had an opportunity to introduce ourselves and got to meet many of our friendly neighbors.
They are a varied and eclectic bunch: some young, others old; some retired, some semi-retired; many weekenders, like ourselves, and some full-timers; some liberals and some conservatives; all good people. I'm undecided on which topic of conversation I enjoyed the most. There was the discussion of Spence, a deceased resident whose spirit apparently inhabits the subdivision now. Then there was talk about one of the neighborhood artist/authors whose first fiction book set in New Orleans is too racy to repeat. Finally, there was one gentleman who sadly reported his rocks were being stolen. I'd kindly offer him my rocks, but it was all too sensitive.
Sunday was a treat too. As a family with two kids, so often my attention is split between the boys and we end up doing most everything as a group. Today, however, my elder son and I hiked to the green bridge and back by ourselves. Later we climbed around the closets outcropping of rocks, some of the oldest in the world, I am told. The whole thing was joyous.
The menu this weekend included bacon and egg sandwiches, baked ham, cabbage soup, steaks on the stove, boiled potatoes, salad, rice, and hot dogs and hamburgers over the open flame. The shower was hot, the beer was cold, and the kids were singing and playing. It is almost hard to imagine life getting any better.
Pictured above, with Halloween behind us, the jack-o-lanterns are becoming restless.
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