Thursday, April 14, 2005

The hills are looking greener each day. We may get frost this weekend. I won't mind because we will be gone. Yes, out of town. Far away. Tomorrow we are hauling ourselves south to Georgia to go camping. The Monkey is ready. She has her new sleeping bag and fishing pole. Pet care has been arranged. There's nothing in the garden that will suffer from frost. The house is semi-clean. Laundry is done. I'm ready to go.

We are headed off to the summer camp where I was Horseback Director for many years and then Assistant Director. It will be a fun weekend. It's Work Weekend. When people return to help get the camp ready for the season. The weather promises to be a little warmer down there. I'll get to see old friends. Having a young child keeps me from having to do serious labor. That's why I'm taking Big Daddy. He knows how to use a chainsaw.

Tomorrow night is the first campfire of the year. Break out the marshmallows, Hershey bars and graham crackers. Oh, and maybe a nice cold beer or two (because everyone knows camping is not truly fun without a beer or two).* Whoo Hoo!

*there will be no children serving in camper capacity this weekend - so adult beverages are being allowed on a limited basis and only when we have raked and chainsawed and cleaned enough of the units to relax at the end of the day in front of a campfire.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous11:30 AM

    You're going to have my dream weekend. Camping, yardwork/manual labor, and liquorbeerwine. Have fun! ~Laura (laura-flea from diaryland)