Let’s Do Something Different

          Yesterday was a gorgeous, sunny day, so I called my husband with an idea.

          “Let’s do something different, instead of me just cooking dinner at home.  How ‘bout we go out?”

          “O.K.,” he said.  “Let me think about it and I’ll get back with you.”

          He called back in an hour.

          “I’ve got an idea,” he said.  “Let’s call some friends and go camping at Torreya.  We can bring the tent and the cots.  The weather is perfect.”

          Being my ever-gracious self, I said, “Are you out of your MIND?”

          Somewhere along the line I became a softy.  Nowadays my idea of a nice weekend away isn’t shivering in a sleeping bag, tossing and turning all night, and getting up to walk across a cold, dark campground to the restroom two or three times throughout the night, just to break up the monotony.  Give me a Hilton resort any day, where I can sleep with half a dozen amazing pillows in a cozy bed—one I won’t even have to make in the morning.

          We tent-camped in the years B.C. (Before Children), all the way through two pregnancies.  I started losing my “woodsiness” when Steve planned another campout by Disney World, with me about eight months pregnant.  I made him bring an extra tent and a porta-potty, so I could easily indulge my pea-sized bladder throughout the night.

          After baby number two, Steve said, “Let’s go camping!”

          I said, “Let’s get a camper!”  I love the woods, but air conditioning, walls, and an indoor bathroom sure make it nicer.  We enjoyed several years of family fun in that camper…that is, until Steve and the boys took up backpacking.  Somewhere along the line the boys talked us girls into joining them.  We all went on about four or five backpacking trips on the Appalachian Trail (possible future blog posts).

          I remember the last trip clearly.  I was trailing behind, trudging up an endless mountain with a 40-pound load on my back.  My knees and spine creaked with sharp pangs of pain when I came to a sudden realization.

          This isn’t fun.  I could be soaking in a spa in the Keys.

          The next time Steve and the boys went backpacking, that’s exactly what me and my daughter did…Key Largo, Key West, sunshine, snorkeling, sailboats, warmth, and hotels with housekeeping.  My idea of fun.

          Steve recovered quickly after my rejection of his “great idea” yesterday.  We ended up doing something different anyway—going to a great little oyster bar close to our house—the kind with autographed dollar bills covering the walls, families laughing with little kids running around, loud conversations from the bar about fishing and scuba diving adventures, mouthwatering oysters with to-die-for horseradish, steamed grouper with buttery vegetables, a roll of paper towels on the table for napkins—where a glass of merlot isn’t on the menu, so you order what suits the down-home ambiance—a cold, refreshing light beer. 

          I may be a softy now, but life is good.

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5 Responses to “Let’s Do Something Different”

  1. June Haywood Says:

    A girl after my own heart. I have always said my idea of camping is the Holiday Inn Thank you. Keep truthing it. I love reading them.

  2. Tony Citrigno Says:

    “woodsiness”? A new Judyism 🙂 The hotel does sound like a better idea. Room service, even better! Your blogs are great, funny, and informative. The one about your hospital stay in New York was especially entertaining 🙂
    Good Job, keep it up!

  3. Crystal Says:

    I was way ahead of you in the cushy bed with 40 soft pillows! Love the picture!

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