My child Sam recently moved into a local campground for the summer.
The house was being renovated, and Sam wanted to have some locale to stay that wasn’t a hotel room or back house with her folks. I could not blame her, since Sam had been on her own for almost ten years now. When she got to the campground, Sam called and invited me down for dinner. Sam could not wait to show me around and let me know she had all the comforts of home. There was only one thing Sam didn’t have in her camper, and that was a comfortable shower. Sam knew she could make do with the tiny shower, but she hated it. When I got to the campground, she was all smiles. Sam took me over to show me the small store they had onsite, and then Sam showed me the amenities within twenty feet of her camper. There was a nice portable shower bin that she adored. Sam told me she could come to the RV from work at night and go into the portable shower container, bothering no one. Most of the other people had larger campers than she had, and they had full bathrooms. So far, Sam was the only person in the campground who used the portable shower container, and she was just fine with that. Sam told me she could live here all summer time and most of fall as long as she had the portable shower bin all to herself. I wasn’t so sure Sam could do that, but she thinks she can. I knew she was fatigued from living in the camper and portable shower bin when she called one night and asked if I needed a companion for the night.