Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Be Careful What You Wish For (Out Loud)

by Deb

While walking a local trail recently, I had a nostalgic moment, remembering the times when my kids were young and we went camping. Those were the days! Crackling fires, the fresh smell of the great outdoors, sleeping under the stars, marshmallows and chocolate smores. Suddenly, I really, really wanted to camp again after having absolutely no desire to do so for the last ten-plus blissful years of temperature-control and linens. Where did this wildly primal urge come from?

We still have most of our camping equipment although my college kids have been borrowing, which means some of the tent parts are missing and unidentifiable organisms are living in the pots and pans since they didn't clean them before packing them away again. The Coleman stove is there. So are those little clips that hold down the vinyl tablecloth, although the red-checkered tablecloth is missing. Going through our supplies brought back even more precious memories.

If I hadn't verbalized my thoughts, I'd have been able to stuff them back into dormancy. But the camping-again words left my mouth and landed somewhere in my husband's brain, causing his eyes to light with surprised delight. Yes! Lets! he said. Wow, this is going to be so cool! Somewhere in all the joy, we decided to get more camping equipment for each other for Christmas.

So I'm committed for 2010. We're going camping.

But now I remember much more - freezing cold, downpours, heat waves, leaky tents, wet sleeping bags, midnight visitors, creepy crawlers, smelly outhouses, dirty hair, flat air mattresses, achy bones.

What have I done to myself??