So, how have you been? Me? Oh, I don't know. Things are crazy as always. The dog insists on defending our home, even when there is no one out there. The kids continue to act like the irrational, completely whimsical creatures they are, and my husband is trying to make sense of all of us women-folk and our strange and mysterious ways.
I am trying to figure out how to go camping with no camper, no boat, and no ability to sleep on the ground anymore with my old bones. Also, how do you find a tent site on a whim? In the old days, you just went somewhere and set up a tent. Now you have to use campgrounds and make advance reservations.
I am depressed about the whole ordeal. The worst thing is not having the boat anymore. Losing that was like losing a member of the family.
Ah, well. If my kids can sleep on the ground, so can I. I just need to find a place we can go that is legal, enjoyable, and we can drop in at the last minute. And no, I don't mean the Fred Meyer parking lot.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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