I got em. Today is Monday so I am back in my cubicle, getting ready to put together a test case workbook for a report we'll probably end up scrapping. On Friday it was hard to sit here and stare at the clock, willing it to hurry up so I could go to the doctor and then CAMPING! But there is no CAMPING! at the end of this work day. There is only chores and slowly building panic as my mother will be here soon. I'm not going to do a total clean out like I did last month, but I do want to at least get the room ready for her (so vacuum up the cat litter and mess) and make sure it isn't a total hell pit.
But I also don't want to do any of that because camping is so much more fun. There was fishing and swimming and canoe rides (well, I was in a canoe for about 5 minutes), and sitting around drinking and laughing. There were fires and camp food (smores with strawberries... if you haven't tried them, do so immediately) and laying about lazily. I didn't shower the entire time but instead followed the Bat's philosophy that we spent time in the lake and so we were clean enough (note: that philosophy flies out the window when you get home and you smell yourself, away from the camp fire, for the first time). I admit that the beds in the house are more comfortable than the air mattress in the tent, but still... CAMPING!
There were so many people, too, which made it especially fun. The Bat, Monkey, her friend Squirrel, three other couples, three dogs, two more teenagers, and the Bat's youngest brother's kids (ages 4 and 2). As I've said before, I get pretty peopled out but camping is such a chill activity that one can simply sit in a camping chair and stare in the fire without participating in the conversation if that is one's desire. And these people were all just fun and friendly and so it wasn't nerve wracking at all.
But now, here I am. We got back around 1 pm or so yesterday. Monkey was wiped out and took a shower and then a very long nap. I unloaded most of the car and cleaned the kitchen and did laundry, trying to shock my system into understanding that CAMPING! was over and real life was back. But the transition was a rough one. I didn't want to sit inside and watch television. I wanted to go swimming in the lake. I didn't want to make hamburgers for dinner. I wanted to sit in front of a fire and overcook a hot dog. I didn't even want to take a shower but eventually I was so grossed out by myself that I not only took a shower but also a bath, filled with Dr. Teal's Epsom salts because I'm old and out of shape and as fun as swimming in the lake and hiking up the hill to get to the bathrooms are, they also cause some aches and pains.
I don't know if I'm just tired but I feel truly mournful that it's over. Camping is the best and I'm so glad I've finally started doing it. Gold star for the Bat who is the one who introduced me to this wonderful, wonderful world. I just wish he'd trained me on handling the let down when it's over. Then again, Spring has only just begun so I'm sure we have many trips ahead of us.
OK, cubicle, back to it.
But I also don't want to do any of that because camping is so much more fun. There was fishing and swimming and canoe rides (well, I was in a canoe for about 5 minutes), and sitting around drinking and laughing. There were fires and camp food (smores with strawberries... if you haven't tried them, do so immediately) and laying about lazily. I didn't shower the entire time but instead followed the Bat's philosophy that we spent time in the lake and so we were clean enough (note: that philosophy flies out the window when you get home and you smell yourself, away from the camp fire, for the first time). I admit that the beds in the house are more comfortable than the air mattress in the tent, but still... CAMPING!
There were so many people, too, which made it especially fun. The Bat, Monkey, her friend Squirrel, three other couples, three dogs, two more teenagers, and the Bat's youngest brother's kids (ages 4 and 2). As I've said before, I get pretty peopled out but camping is such a chill activity that one can simply sit in a camping chair and stare in the fire without participating in the conversation if that is one's desire. And these people were all just fun and friendly and so it wasn't nerve wracking at all.
But now, here I am. We got back around 1 pm or so yesterday. Monkey was wiped out and took a shower and then a very long nap. I unloaded most of the car and cleaned the kitchen and did laundry, trying to shock my system into understanding that CAMPING! was over and real life was back. But the transition was a rough one. I didn't want to sit inside and watch television. I wanted to go swimming in the lake. I didn't want to make hamburgers for dinner. I wanted to sit in front of a fire and overcook a hot dog. I didn't even want to take a shower but eventually I was so grossed out by myself that I not only took a shower but also a bath, filled with Dr. Teal's Epsom salts because I'm old and out of shape and as fun as swimming in the lake and hiking up the hill to get to the bathrooms are, they also cause some aches and pains.
I don't know if I'm just tired but I feel truly mournful that it's over. Camping is the best and I'm so glad I've finally started doing it. Gold star for the Bat who is the one who introduced me to this wonderful, wonderful world. I just wish he'd trained me on handling the let down when it's over. Then again, Spring has only just begun so I'm sure we have many trips ahead of us.
OK, cubicle, back to it.
I miss and love camping! "camping is such a chill activity that one can simply sit in a camping chair and stare in the fire without participating in the conversation if that is one's desire." : PRECISELY!!
ReplyDeleteYou should go! We went with kiddos!
ReplyDeleteI definitely want to go! Kent is down. We just need to get a tent and all that stuff. I was intrigued seeing you went with a two year old. I have been waiting till Charlotte was a little older as she is a spazz and would probably hurl herself into the campfire.
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