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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I used to be a camper. Sort of. I well remember the first time I went tent camping with a friend in my teens. Her father told us not to touch the inside of the tent or it would allow the rain in. We, being teens, of course had to test this theory and spent a miserable night with a leaky roof. Maybe that soured me on camping for life.

When I was working with teens, we sometimes went camping. And canoeing. Canoeing I love. Camping, not so much. The last time we went, we took an air mattress to put in our tent. The worst of camping is going out to find the bathroom. So I feel like we're camping this week. Dave and our son tiled the upstairs bathroom this weekend. Um, that meant removing the toilet. So there is only a bathroom downstairs now. And, um, getting older. Which means more frequent visits at night. So we have to slog our way downstairs to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I am so not cut out for camping anymore! And this feels like camping.

Dave and I got the floor grouted last night. It looks great. The toilet will be in tonight and life will be back to normal. It can't come soon enough for me! What about you? Have you changed as you've gotten older? Grown to realize something you used to do just doesn't work anymore?


Colleen Coble  
posted at 8:23 AM  
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At 9:54 AM, Blogger Kristin said...

Luckily for me, I was born a wimp. Hate to camp. Learned to like Hyatt and Hilton from a very young age, so no older feelings here. Just relief I"m not expected to do it anymore. Now my HUSBAND feels the aches, so I'm off scott-free.

I'm like Gumby I'm so flexible, so for me, ti's just hard knowing these yoga moves take more effort now. LOL

At 11:14 AM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

My first camping experience was in the wilds of Simi Valley before it was overcrowded. We were on a thousand acres of farmland and wilderness, and the ground was so hard! A month after that overnighter, the father of the owner killed a huge rattlesnake in that same area. That finished me for camping until I was an adult. But that's a different story. Now even my own mattress is never comfortable. That part of getting old is the pits.

At 1:49 PM, Blogger Pam S. said...

Yeah, I'm with you on the camping. It's not as fun as it used to be. I don't like to feel so gritty.

I'm no longer good at all-nighters either. Sad. I used to love staying up all night.

At 6:32 PM, Blogger jel said...

we have one bathroom and it's downstairs, so i have to go down the stairs, once a nite sometimes more, but I tell myself that it's a stairmaster! :)

At 9:07 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

I hear you Colleen!

We just moved into a little fixer-upper ranch-style house. The bathroom on the main floor was still torn apart when we moved in, so I had to use the bathroom in the basement for the first week and a half. And just a side note, the bathroom in the basement is in need of a major remodel too, so this was some serious roughing it.

At 1:32 AM, Blogger Ruthie said...

My first camping experience was when I was 8 years old. We had a new tent and my dad followed the provided instructions for sealing the seams to prevent leaking. For some reason the sealant didn't work and we were drenched by a deluge lasting all night. Our tent had 3 inches of water in it; our sleeping bags, shoes, and clothing were saturated. When it was all said and done, both my oldest brother and I had double pneumonia and my mom was dealing with walking pneumonia while caring for 2 very sick children. No wonder I have always considered the local Hilton as my "camping" venue! And now that I'm in a wheelchair, there's no question or argument from my husband! Disability sometimes has its advantages!! LOL

At 5:37 AM, Blogger Suzanne said...

My bedroom is on the third floor of a century old house so I always have to make a trip downstairs in the middle of the night at least once. I just figure it's my middle of the night workout.

At 1:34 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Ruthie, I'm with you! Give me the Hilton! LOL You poor girls who have to do this every night. Oh my.

Good news though--the toilet is IN! No more treks for me. :-)


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