I went to get my new glasses today—no more blue lenses to block out light and make me look like a Mafia boss. The new lenses are clear and neatly red. They are much better for me and very comfortable. Maria approved.
I had a great Zoom meeting this morning with some blog readers. They tried to persuade me that camping outside is terrific fun. It was a great conversation. I told them my grandmother set the tone for me when I asked her why we never went hiking or camping outdoors. Oh, well, she said in Yiddish, Jews don’t do that.
That was the first and last time I discussed it, but the conversation stirred me up. We live in the country and have 17 woodland acres to explore. That does it for me, but real camping. I am ready to try camping again; Marie has found an island off the coast of Maine that would be perfect for us. If we have money again and the farm stops falling apart, we’ll head for Maine. I believe in trying new things, and Maria would love to camp outside. I’m a little more wary.
But there is a motel.
My camping experiences as a child are treasured memories. My father was pastor of a church until I was 8 years old, and took the month of August off so we could camp. After that we continued to camp for shorter periods. Wonderful to be in nature for extended periods. We had a small trailer pulled behind the car for a few years, somewhat rustic, then switched to tents. Not as comfy and after 2 weeks of rain one year, they bought a small cottage. It was also somewhat rustic, on a small lake, and continued my love of being away from home and in the woods
I hope you enjoy your trip and have the pleasure of experiencing a connection that is different from daily life on the farm. May it be nourishment for yourself.
Nice glasses. Cute face also.
Nice glasses and a nice picture! I think your smile gives you an impish look 🙂
Thanks I like being impish!
Ahh, the “C” word! My idea of roughing it is a Holiday Inn without a pool. I saw a cute meme the other day that fit me perfectly. I am “outsidey” not “outdoorsy” because after my fun outdoor adventures, I want a real shower and a real bed. Many moons ago, my Mom told my Dad that she didn’t want to camp as a “vacation” because it would have been more work for her, with 7 people to pack for, cook for, and haul for. I totally get that. Her every day life was work enough with 5 kids.
Looking good, Jon! Hope Zip approves 🙂