My youngest child Ed recently moved into a local campground for the summer.
His house was being remodeled, and Ed wanted to have some place to stay that wasn’t a hotel room or back house with his parents.
I could not blame Ed, since he had been on his own for almost ten years now. When Ed got to the campground, he called and invited me down for dinner. Ed could not wait to show me around and let me know he had all the comforts of home. There was only one thing Ed didn’t have in his camper, and that was a comfortable shower. Ed knew he could make do with the tiny shower, but he hated it. When I got to the campground, Ed was all smiles. Ed took me over to show me the small store they had onsite, and then he showed me all of the amenities within twenty five feet of his camper. There was a portable shower unit that he adored. Ed told me he could come to the house from labor and go into the portable shower container, bothering no one. Most people had nicer campers than he had, and they had full washrooms. So far, Ed was the only man in the campground who used the portable shower container, and he was okay with that. Ed told me he could live here all summer time and most of fall as long as he had the portable shower unit all to herself. I wasn’t so sure he could do that, but he thinks he can. I knew Ed was tired of the camper and portable shower unit when he called one evening and asked if I needed a supplier for the evening.