All my friends are camping this week!
Some of my friends are camping for the first time! (You know who you are...)
Even Y is camping (with her youth group). MD and A went camping last week (with their youth groups). (Please, don't even get me started about why my kids are in different youth groups!!)
I love camping more than anything else in the whole wide world.
No one will go camping with me.
Well, that's not exactly true.
Several friends offered to go camping together.
But, between my kids' summer schedules and my chemo schedule...
Well, it was impossible to find a time that was good for all the members of my family, much less try to schedule around someone else's family!
I am bummed.
My kids would totally go camping with me. But, these days, I can not do it by myself.
Go figure; I married the only man in the whole wide world who hates camping.
My husband, who I love so much, suffers from the heat. He really suffers. He needs air-conditioning. And he has a strong prefrence for in-door plumbing (and private showers).
I could camp out for a month, no problem!
(The summer before my Aliyah, I went camping with my brother. We spent a week in California's beautiful parks, with no shower. We swam in a sparkly river, but, apparently, that only does so much. At the end of the week, we arrived at my friend's home, in Berkley. Only after I greeted my friend with a huge bear hug, did I realize how much I must STINK!)
I love being cut off from the rest of the world!
When I go camping, I do not bring anything electric with me! (OK, maybe my cell phone....)
(Oh, and there was that time that my son stepped on a burning coal that had spilled out of a defective coal bin. We did purchase one of those pseudo Tetris toys, to help distract him from the pain.)
Last Pesach, my parents came to visit and I figured they would go camping with me. After all, they are the ones who raised me to love camping so much! No go.
I even tried playing the cancer-card. Would you believe that I got no sympathy?
No one would go camping with me.
My parents claimed they are too old to go camping.
Who are they kidding? My dad could run circles around me, even before I got cancer!
But, who am I to judge them?
Not so long ago, given the choice between camping and staying in a 5 star hotel, I would choose camping. No contest.
These days... well... a soft, fluffy bed, and air-conditioning doesn't sound so bad...
Still, I'd rather be camping.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,