To Break The Monotony Of The City Try Camping
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I was full to the top with aggravation and the monotony of life. So I decided to go camping. Yes, getting outdoors and away from the house would be a good way to unwind and get a new perspective on things. I had my camouflage pants and shirt on already, so all I needed now was my brown boots. They were there in the back of the closet, where they had been for a very long time.
Soon I had a collection of items on my bed. There was a box of matches, a flashlight, a sleeping bag, a lantern, mosquito repellant, and binoculars for scanning the countryside. I liked to see if I could spot wildlife from my camping spot. I grabbed what I could carry on my first trip and proceeded through the house toward my truck parked out front. I was already sick of any influence from the city, like the home decor accents that had just been added a couple of weeks ago. I threw the first pile of gear into the bed of the truck.
While returning for the second load, It came to me I had stored the small little tent in its box in the basement. I thought I might take it along to keep out the mosquitos. The bulb was burned out in the light, but there was enough seeping through the single window for me to see and retrieve my tent. With tent in hand, I attempted to climb back up the fifteen stairs, and resume packing. But in my haste, I tripped over the dyson upright vacuum cleaner that was right off to my side. I dropped the tent onto the blade of an old sickly that was supported upwards by an old paint can.
I took the tent out to examine it, and it was punctured through in several places. Too raggedy for me to really use. So I decided I would just sleep on the ground, close to the camp fire, and rough it, like I did when I was young. I would brave the mosquitos and other bugs that came with camping out Hillbilly style.
I put down the tent over in a near corner, but the side of the box just caught the edge of a paint thinner can and turned it over. Naturally, the lid was not on it very good, so immediately I was met with the fumes of paint thinner everywhere. I quickly grabbed for the can, sat it upright, adjusted the lid, and went to find rags to soak up the thinner. I found an old rag box and got as much as I could up. I knew what was left needed to be diluted with water. I opened the window and headed outside to put the garden hose through and water down the spill.
I soon had the basement floor diluted and well rinsed. At least now the basement was not flammable. I was free now to go back to loading my gear. But something had happened since I first came into the basement. I could barely see at all now. I had taken so long with my mess, that it dusk had fallen, and it was too late for me to take this camping trip.
It was dark before I got the gear out of the truck and returned into the house. In spite of all my efforts, I was not able to pull off this camping trip. It was just too late to head out. I had to laugh at myself when I thought about the events of the day. But one thing about it, this camping trip was anything but monotonous.
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