


Since I got back from camping, I’m so tired. Exercise and piano times are less this week. But unpacking and laundry are done. Maybe energy will come next week.




Since I got back from camping, I’m so tired. Exercise and piano times are less this week. But unpacking and laundry are done. Maybe energy will come next week.


Posting a day early because we’ve been notified of electrical outage all day Wednesday. 😩






But for the pad beneath my well padded body I could have slept so much better.
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A couple of years ago I bought my family enough air mattresses, tents, and sleeping bags that we could have gone camping a few times. But I seemed to be the only one trying. So I was glad my friend was brave and invited me on her camping adventures.
When my brother and I were kids, our parents took us on 3 weeks of camping every year. We didn’t realize then what a sacrifice it was for them. Dad never took a day off work saving up the time. Mom scraped every penny, and then her sacrificed her health as she packed and stored camp foods then directed the Tetris of car packing. All of that had her nervous tummy upset and dying between gas station restrooms.
Speaking of penny pinching… Mom never let us have much sugar. As much as she could be in the 50s and 60s she was health minded. So a way to control both money spent on junk food, she’d allow us to gather empty coke bottles to turn in at the general store near camp and with that money we could buy candy bars or chips
Anyway, we had air mattresses at first. Just those kinds you can paddle around the lake to float on. They held up to the fun, but invariably all the air was gone by morning cold and I’d be sleeping on rocks. My padding was not thick enough then, either.
So this was my second camping trip with my friend. The air mattresses and blowing up process didn’t coordinate properly for me, so I couldn’t close off the escape of air on time. So I little enjoyed the rocky sea of a half inflated mattress, falling off, or finding it impossible to get up to standing. Finally, I emptied it. I assumed flat on the ground would be better.
But with a Target 10 minutes away, we looked for other necessities. I found a mattress topper that could later be used by my husband on his home hospital bed to keep him from slipping when sitting up in the bed.
This proved the perfect pad. I slept well–except the new campers kept us awake until 3. Our previous camping neighbors were a family group far larger and were fun and minded the 10 pm quiet time rules.

Today I napped a lot, my own bed. Nap pad.🤗

Milo and Shiloh are happy. Both had to have lots of lap time.
My humans care. They helped bring my stuff in.
Sammie could care less, barely saw him since being home.
Tired!
Check out this park. Close to town and just a great place to stay



I managed to do one lesson a day here, even with worse wi-fi than home.
I’m trying to revive my poor Wi-Fi posts. It’s not easy! Sorry.
Much owling makes wormy birds. (Sorry the picture didn’t load. I’ll try to fix that this weekend.) Cold nights on an air mattress make me grumpy.


I wrote this on Tuesday morning. I didn’t sleep well. And this campsite being close enough to town that there’s a lot of traffic on the road below and the camp is full of early risers.
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