Quiet time

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I like my quiet time.

I like time to be able to just be. I don’t do it often, but when I do I want it quiet. There are also some expectations when it comes to times of the day when it should be quiet…like when it is time for bed.

Now, I don’t mean silent. That would just be weird. Crickets singing. Birds chirping. Fan blowing. None of those really disturb the “quiet time”. However, there is a reasonable expectation that something won’t be louder than those things, which would then be a disruption to the quiet time.

Neighbor’s barking dog. Disruption of quiet time. Neighbor’s barking dog for hours in the evening and into the night, like after 10:00pm (the presumed quiet time of the city)? Yeah, down right infuriating.

Noisy, loud campers at a campground. Disruption of quiet time. Noisy and loud campers in a campground carrying on until after the POSTED quiet time of 10:00pm? Yeah, down right infuriating since the walls of a tent are literally paper thin.

What’s up with killing the quiet?

Don’t answer that. Keep it to yourself. That question was rhetorical.

I am trying to be quiet over here.

Quiet.

Left in the dark

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About that trip where I slept on the ground, in a tent, in a sleeping bag…

I also had to set up the tent in the dark, alone.

OK, so growing up, we were always setting up camping for family camping trips in the dark. It became a joke later as us kids got older, but all of us hated it growing up. And, it was always dad’s fault because he was always late getting home, which meant late leaving, which meant late arriving, which meant setting up in the dark.

So, as an adult out on my own, I always made it a point to leave early enough so as to not have to set up camp in the dark. I was pretty successful at getting it done! So much for being like my dad, right?

Well, I now know why dad was always late. His job – or in our case, our existence. He was a business owner and did everything. As the business grew, so did the work and the employees and everything else he was responsible for. So, of course he was always late.

Dad, I now understand.

But, I still hate setting up camp in the dark. Period.

I’m too old for this

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I recently attended a mini family reunion on the other side of the state. It was a quick one, just over a weekend so two nights was all I was staying. I was also going alone, kids were busy and wife had to work, so I didn’t need to take the usual stuff. I wanted to travel light and quickly.

So, I threw a few camping type supplies into the car and some clothes, and off I went. Tent, sleeping bag, clothes, food.

Well, I regretted “go light” as soon as I climbed into the tent to sleep. I didn’t include the usual stuff like a sleeping pad or an air mattress, like I would have if someone else was along with me. What was I thinking?

My body doesn’t handle the same things it could when I was younger. Apparently my brain thinks I am still young enough to do this crap, my body obviously let me know that wasn’t the case. Comfort? Yeah, not so much. Sleeping on the ground and having an old body (or at least feeling old) just doesn’t add up to much sleep.

Lesson learned? Take the comfortable stuff. It isn’t over-rated.