The LONG Cart Train Ride...
It appears our Tanglewood residents, myself included, are getting a little bat.. crazy. How do I know this? Because one evening this past week about 40+ golf carts showed up in the Outback “where they park the RV’s” (I loved that specific answer). They stayed the social distance of six feet apart, evidenced with either yellow crepe paper streamers, caution tape, crime scene tape,or some colorful red crepe paper from our awesome Lights-Techy, Jerry, that was tied to the back of each cart. Someone was handing out what I thought to be hand sanitizer mixed with some soap. Turns out it was a bubble maker which made for a colorful yet wet ride if you were up wind of the cart in front of you.
Of course, our windshield HAD to be down so the wind blowing in my chauffeur husband’s gorgeous head of hair gave him the delusion he was back on the Gold Wing. Maggie, our Schnauzer, was delighted to be sitting behind us when the bubbles were popping in and around the golf cart. Other paraphernalia was rumored to be hidden amongst the train of senior citizens out for one heck of a long ride around nearly EVERY street in Tanglewood.
If you EVER want to know what’s going on around here, just look up Nextdoor, (after reading about it here first, of course) and someone will be either be giving a ‘play by play’ or complaining about whatever it is that has everyone looking out their front window or sitting in lawn chairs waiting for the parade of Stars to come down their street. The travelers began their journey at 7:05 pm and by 8:30 we were heading to Dreamcatcher, where once in our driveway my tired back and buns needed to get up and move around for a few minutes.
Apparently all those behind us must have thought this was a ‘Simon Says’ kind of thing because nearly a dozen carts came VERY close to smacking into their friends sitting on the back seat of the cart in front of them. This time it was a blown horn which caused some smoke and smell coming from under the leading cart to suddenly stop. This sudden lunge a few passengers felt must have caused near kidney failure for some poor woman. She jumps out of her cart and ‘squirmed’ up to me and asked ‘Do you have a bathroom’? She did not say ‘can I use your bathroom’. I couldn’t resist, so with a straight face I said ‘No, I don’t’. (Honey, the look on your face was priceless) I quickly smiled and said yes, as she followed me into my house saying ‘I’m clean, no virus’. Before she shut the door I asked her name, but now I don’t remember it. As she left and was getting back into her cart, with a husband who looked puzzled beyond belief, I mentioned something about five dollars for the potty break and toilet paper use.
With all that happening within a two hour period, our kids back home in Indiana and Iowa, would be shakin their heads, knowing us so well, they’d believe every word of this adventure we had to keep spirits up and boredom down, at least for one evening. Now that’s Beautiful Crazy to those here in Tanglewood.
How do we top this? I honestly don’t know where they come up with these ideas. But I think the Outback folks are up to something, really odd. There’s talk of hiding the Easter Bunny or eggs somewhere in the park…six feet apart of course.