I have a really cool camp stove I can’t bear to throw away, but the thought of spending another hour trying to get it to work gives me the eyeball twitchees.
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I have a really cool camp stove I can’t bear to throw away, but the thought of spending another hour trying to get it to work gives me the eyeball twitchees.
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Mail it to me, I’ll give it a good home, I promise. (I play with yarn, crochet cotton, and more. You don’t know a Gordian knot until you have a ball of various thin thread and yarn the size of an archive storage box…. and have the patience to get it unraveled without a scissors)
I’m waiting for Mr. Suit to blow a gasket, nothing will ever bother him again, and the guys with the butterfly nets will have to take him away to a padded room for a vacation, meals included.
May have wanted to sell the tent first before letting the guy destroy it. On the other hand, he’d probably have kept the receipt and returned it after the weekend, anyway.
Hand him the instruction and make him read it.
Every once in a while I ponder going camping… And then remember what camping is like…
I’ll just wait for the next power outage and light some candles…
The older I get the more I like nice hotels; the more stars the better; with a hot tub and room service. Yeah I’ll go visit the outdoors, sure; then I retreat to my nice warm DRY bed without MOSQUITOS carrying me away and a nice working bathroom and shower several steps away.
(There are three ‘wet camp stories’ that are best remembered, NEVER repeated by giving Mom Nature a chance to be soggy. #1 led to the hermetically sealed triple layer baggied dry towel that is anti-homicide insurance; #2 led to if it rains that bad abandon camp and get a room-come back to morrow to see what didn’t float away-rule; #3 was the ‘sleep on the airmattress raft in howling monsoon’ and ‘surplus wool army blankets are your BEST friend in this situation’) I know several ‘campgrounds’ that have everything from “pitch a tent” to “park your RV” to “Rent A Nice Room”… I tend towards the last one! Send Mr. Gasket there to one of those campgrounds so when he bails on the campsite he has a place to retreat to….
Hubris needs to steer him towards renting a cabin in a state park or a KOA.
Wait, why am I taking this seriously?
Because Greg secretly follows us around and draws stuff we personally get into! 😉
…and sanity is for the boring?
Sanity is SO boring. The alternative is usually much more entertaining; at least to those around you. …
You need a camp stove? I have a nice backpack size you can have. I bought it and fired it up one time. Sadly I have not been able to use it since. It would be better to have it in the hands of somebody who would let it serve its useful function.
When I was a young war… Boy Scout, around the age 12.
We went Winter Camping. As in … tents, -35C sleeping bags, etc etc.
It was … a cool (pun intended) experience.
Those nylon tents with the collapsing poles are the worst. That was the “kids” tent back in the day so if we broke it, no big loss, while my foster parents either had a huge waxed canvas army-surplus like tent or a RV. My sister and I would invariably wake up soaked to the skins the first trip out, as it always rained memorial day weekend, no matter where we went.