PeeWee Herman, Camping, and Things I Wish I Could Say

I cannot believe that my generation was so fond of PeeWee Herman when we were kids.  He was a functionally retarded manchild who talked to his chair.  How did no one see the prono-theater incident coming?

Here are some long-overdue camping photos from a couple of weeks ago.

Chairs and fire ring:

I have this thing about taking pictures of fire at night.  It’s the only time when the true beauty of the fire itself can be captured:

I NEVER get good pictures of myself.  But this one is better than some.

This was our amazing deck; we were high above the rest of the campground, and when it rained, we sat on the deck and watched and listened.

A fire picture taken with the flash.

I took this one with the Macro setting on my point-and-shoot.  It turned out pretty good; that’s an eggshell and a piece of potato that fell out of the skillet when Joey was making breakfast for us:)

Thing that ran through my head today that I wished I could say, but didn’t:  I’m sorry, but the problem isn’t with the software…it seems to be your IQ that’s causing your trouble.  I’m afraid that I can’t help you with that.

GET ME OUT OF HERE…

I’m aching to put on my Vibrams… 

and hit a trail or two…

dip my toes in a waterfall…

camp by a creek…

enjoy the sunshine…

climb to the mountaintop…

and come back to camp for dinner by the fire…

We haven’t camped since September, and it feels like it’s been FOREVER.  It’s time to break out the gear and air out the tent.  It’s time to decompress.

Knitted Yarmulke, Baby Gifts, Camping Pictures, and Sob-Inducing Books

I knitted a yarmulke the other day.  It’s kind of awesome.

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I also finally finished my knitted gifts for my favorite blogger, Heather of Heather Eats Almond Butter.  I wanted to wait until I knew she’d gotten them before I posted pics of the finished objects.

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The Sleep Sack is Comfort Wool’s Owlie Sleep Sack.  It was my second attempt at cables, and it was amazingly easy…this is a great beginner pattern for someone looking to try their hand at cables…the cabled portion is short and sweet, just enough to push you out of your comfort zone, followed by ten inches of mindless stockinette, during which time you can silently rejoice over your conquering of the dreaded cable needle;).  The owls blocked out really well.  I used Hobby Lobby’s I Love This Cotton, which was insanely soft.  I’m totally going back to spend some green papers on more of that to make myself a sweater sometime in the near future.

And here are some camping pics…I intended to post these earlier but somehow didn’t feel like posting during my recent bout with the plague (come on, freaking left ear….pop already).  Here’s the campsite

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It was fabulous…secluded, wooded, spacious.  There was an elevated pad for the tent, which was nice…it rained on us Sunday, and if it had poured, the tent pad would have kept us from getting flooded.  Check out this fire ring…

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It was HUGE.  We could have put a whole tree trunk in there…Joey actually had a little trouble managing to fit the cooking grate in it.  You’re looking at our breakfast Saturday (9/25)…potatoes, leftover chili, and hot coffee.  Food is better cooked over a fire.  I don’t know why.  It’s just that way.

I’m leaving for NYC on Friday, to sing with the choir at this concert at Carnegie Hall.  My voice is starting to go (for some reason, that’s always the last thing to happen when I contract the plague.  Once, I lost my voice for three weeks).  I’m hopeful that I won’t end up lip-syncing during what’ll probably be my most outrageous singing experience ever (of course, I’ve said that before and here I am heading to NYC). 

I’ve re-discovered how much I hate shopping.  Before leaving, I needed:  a bag to carry around the city, a duffel bag for packing, a black top for the concert, new black shoes for the concert, and jeans (I only have one pair that I can get in right now).  I have been to EVERY (affordable) store in Charlotte.  And I hate it.  I’m a mercenary shopper…I run in, attack the racks, try things on in an insane frenzy of elbows and hair, sweating and ripping things back off and half-putting them on the hanger right.  But I’m finally done…four pairs of jeans from Goodwill, a bag from Burlington, black top from Belk (in the south, it’s “Belk’s”), and Aigner shoes from The Shoe Dept (on clearance for fifteen bucks!).  I don’t want to shop again for the rest of the year.

So, I’ve watched Criminal Minds, Joey’s watching a show on PBS about the Moral Majority and abortion…they totally just showed a clip from the 80s where Jerry Falwell was giving a speech about abortion and got a pie thrown at him.  Wow.  And I wish that I had remembered to get a decaf latte at Caribou when I met my parents after work.

Oh, and this week’s book for class, Our House in the Last World, by Oscar Hijuelos, reduced me to a snot-dripping, crying, basket case for half an hour this evening.  It’s a great book, but for once, I’d like to read one that doesn’t make me cry and wonder what’s happened to my life.  It also makes me want to write things that are that important.  But I don’t know if I really have anything that important to say.

Here’s the baby…sleeping soundly on Vellux.

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Love to all…

Packing Is a Pain In The…

…well, you know.  However, I can at least amend #49 on my list of 100 things about me…there is no longer a four-foot-high laundry pile in our laundry room. It has been tamed.  I fought the laundry and I kicked its arse.  And Joey put the hang-ups on hangers and put all of the laundry away.  Such a good hubbs.

However, now begins the arduous task of packing for a trip.  I always pack too much of one thing and not enough of another…too many pairs of underwear, but not enough t-shirts….something like that.  I had to go buy some stuff today with my birthday gift card at Wal-Mart (I know…bleh) that would fit my newfound rotundity.  I don’t have much casual stuff now other than one pair of jeans:-(.  I know, I need to quit the negative self-talk because I am working on it and I’m not going to be dealing with it forever.

So, on a happy note, I got a cute pair of cargo shorts, a pair of cargo pants, a pair of capris, and a pair of  3/4 length yoga pants, and two short-sleeved workout hoodies that were all really cute, so I’ll be all set for the week and for workouts to come (lots of what I got can double as workout gear!  Multipurpose clothes!).

Part of me loves to pack…I like making lists, getting tiny toiletries, figuring out what bag to use.  But the cramming and the worrying that I didn’t remember everything sucks.  Or the over-packing of stuff to entertain myself…Sure, I’ll need three novels, a journal, two knitting projects, my netbook for that novel I’ve been meaning to start, five critical articles to help me figure out my thesis topic………...  It’s like, for some reason, I start thinking that I’m going to catch up on everything on earth that I’d planned to do or anything that I’d ever expressed interest in starting while I’m on a trip.  How stupid is that?

So, I’m taking one knitting project, one book, one journal, and my netbook (because I think we may have wireless at the campsite and I can blog in the morning).  Other than that, I’m going to force myself to chill.

One of my favorite parts about camping is the early morning.  I’m an early riser (I usually have to make myself stay in bed until 6:30), and getting to sit outside the camper/tent in the crisp morning, watching the sun rise through the trees, with plenty of time to myself to think is one of the best parts of the camping trip to me.  I’m bringing some running socks and shoes this time because I want to make sure that I get in a couple of runs this time.

OK, back to gathering clothes…

I Want To Go Camping…

So, I had a little free time today and one of my blog recommendations in Google Reader was for an ultralight backpacking blog.  I have such a romantic idea of camping, so it was probably a mistake that I spent so much time there, because now I have this horrible yearn for some peace and quiet and a tent by a creek. 

Eventually, I’d at least like to get to a lightweight backpacking level, if not ultralight, although I doubt I’ll make it that far because it seems that things like TP are considered to be extra weight.  I don’t care where I’m pooping, folks…I’m going to have some TP.  However, the idea of being able to pack my tent and sleeping bag in my backpack and go.  However, for now, I’m pretty thrilled with car camping:)

Isn’t that view from inside the tent cool?  I really loved fall camping, even if it was cold and wet (we had sleet and ice sheets falling off the tent).  We probably won’t be able to go until May, when I’m done with my classes (there’s not much room for the “distance” aspect of “Distance Ed” with these, unfortunately), but I’m already looking up campgrounds!

And, with a camp-chef like Joey, I know we’ll eat well!

In other news:

  • I had a very pleasant surprise upon filling out my graduation checklist.  I’ve just got one more class and my thesis to go!  Time flies when you’re miserable and overworked!
  • I’ve got to be honest…I’m just not really enjoying literature from India.  It’s either too dry and mundane, or there’s incest.  Weird.
  • It is currently snowing.  The yard is now covered, but the news people are still saying that there won’t be any accumulation on roadways and there probably won’t be much ice tomorrow.  Balls to that.  I really wanted a snow day.
  • I miss the Olympics.
  • My VITA-MIX came!!!!  But I’m afraid of it:(.  I think that its massive power is overwhelming me.  I think I’m going to make a smoothie in the morning to take to work, though.  I could use something that doesn’t make my insides beg for mercy.
  • I’m so freaking ready for James to go home.  THAT’S going to be the camping trip of the ages when he gets back.
  • I have  been a slack knitter. 

Mommeh, you should knit less and play with me more.  And feed me more.  And watch me eat.  And wait for me to want attention.  If you would just do that, I would never, ever sharpen my claws on the furniture…