BlessedMom wrote:
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CC , this is how I feel about housework:
Me too. Enjoyed that poem very much. Ah, life is so short.
I think that's the reason I like camping so much. Tent camping, at least. Just fold up the sleeping bags (if you feel like it) and sweep the tent floor once in a while (if you feel like it). No vacuuming, no dusting, no scrubbing. Don't mind cooking, always enjoy that, but enjoy it more out in the open under the trees. I have achieved some amount of acclaim in my family for being able to cook up a batch of chicken in 30 mph winds. They were impressed (husband, son, brother), I didn't realize it was such an achievement. My husband and brother had to tie up some blankets between the trees because the wind kept blowing the fire out on my propane stove.
Another time we were camping in Promised Land State Park and the guys were away fishing while I was preparing dinner. I had a bottle of Burgandy on the picnic table. Alcoholic beverages are outlawed in state parks. A ranger drove by and stopped at our site, got out and came over to me. "You know," he said "alcoholic beverages are not allowed here." "Oh, yes, I know that ranger, but you see, I'm cooking Beef Burgandy. Would you like to try some?" He smiled, declined and went away.