Blade Camp

To Break The Monotony Of The City Try Camping

The every day monotony had really gotten to me. So I had a brainstorm. I would go camping. It had been a long time since I had been camping, and getting away from the house and the city seemed appropriate for curing what was ailing me. I found and put on my camouflage shirt and pants, and then my rugged brown boots. Then I began to pile necessary gear onto my bed to be taken outside and loaded in the truck.

Once dressed, I grabbed some of my necessary gear, the flashlight, the sleeping bag, matches, and lantern. I made my way through all the new home decor accents that were freshly added only days ago, and out through the front door to my trusty truck. I threw the gear into the bed of the truck and went ahead and started it up. Then I went back inside for the rest.

I needed my tent from the basement. The light was out, but enough was coming in through the window to see fairly well. I walked down the stairs, and I picked up the tent, a small one I had bought years ago, that fit neatly into a box. As I turned to walk back up the stairs, I tripped over a dyson upright vacuum cleaner that belonged to my mother. I dropped the tent onto a sickle that was lying on the basement floor, and it went right through the box and the tent as well.

I took the tent out to examine it, and it was punctured through in several places. Too raggedy for me to really use. So I decided I would just sleep on the ground, close to the camp fire, and rough it, like I did when I was young. I would brave the mosquitos and other bugs that came with camping out Hillbilly style.

I put down the tent over in a near corner, but the side of the box just caught the edge of a paint thinner can and turned it over. Naturally, the lid was not on it very good, so immediately I was met with the fumes of paint thinner everywhere. I quickly grabbed for the can, sat it upright, adjusted the lid, and went to find rags to soak up the thinner. I found an old rag box and got as much as I could up. I knew what was left needed to be diluted with water. I opened the window and headed outside to put the garden hose through and water down the spill.

I finally got the basement floor wet down enough to dilute the paint thinner and not leave the place in a potentially flammable state. I then had to go back outside and roll up the garden hose and return it to its place. I went back to the basement to see that all was secure, and noticed that the visibility was very low. I had wasted the whole evening trying to go camping.

I returned the things I had already loaded into my truck. It was dark, and the first stars had appeared beside a quarter moon. I stood on my front porch, having a last look at the day I should have spent at my favorite camping site, but had spent frantically correcting my bumblings. But at least I could say one good thing about this day, it had been anything but monotonous.

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