dispatches from the land of the near-dead #1

So here I am in Florida, headed towards The Villages in the Light truck. Two points of clarification: the Villages has nothing to do with "the village" from "The Prisoner", and my almost-inlaws are named Light; the truck is a big one.

So I hope it goes without saying that I'm joking about the near-dead. I wouldn't want hate mail telling me I'm being un-christmassy. However, The Villages is a HUGE retirement community. 40,000 senior citizens during the summer, and 80,000 during winter! It's independent living, not like a convalescent situation. But still, it's weird.

1) as you might expect, there are multiple cafeteria style restaurants (think Luby's or Old Country Kitchen)

2) everyone drives golf carts, sometimes covering miles in them. And they have them all pimped out!

3) There is an age-restricted pool but instead of "adult swim" meaning 18+, no one under THIRTY is allowed in the pool. So I can swim in a pool that my boyfriend can't!

Back to catching up with the inlaws...