If you must know, Snowbirds are, in a sense, homesick. They have left behind their homes, children, grandchildren, friends, Red Hat Clubs, golf foursomes, and beloved physicians. Upon first arrival in their new community, they usually know exactly one person - their spouse. This means they are lonely for conversation, which is why, as soon as reasonably possible, they form a condo klatch. In fact, they are so anxious to keep membership numbers up in said klatch that they greet each new person with open arms and great enthusiasm. "Hello! Where are you from?" they shout from the balcony as you cross the parking lot, luggage trailing behind you.
|"Yo! Dad. Don't forget to take out your hearing aides before you go in the water. And wear sunscreen. And a hat."|
No complaining! If you dare comment that the 24 hours of rain, wind, and frosty temperatures are messing with your tropical mojo, you will be reminded, "Hey! It's snowing up north, somewhere. Besides, it'll be as warm as you want it by the middle of the week. Care for a hot toddy?" Want to harp on the heavy traffic? "What's your hurry? You'll get to where you need to go soon enough. Have a beer." Thinking of griping about life, in general? I'm sure there's an app for that, because, here, no matter the severity of your issue, the response is always, "It will work out one way or the other. Things always do, you know. Have another glass of wine." The only two exceptions are a. other people's grandchildren b. weak drinks. You see, in Snowbird Land, life is a parade that is not to be rained upon.
The bottom line is that this is no place for sissies. But, it is a place for neighbors.