Thursday, May 29, 2008

You Have to Do It To Do It

In the "stop dithering and get it done" department, we have this:




and this:


and reservations here:


The tent is different from the one I showed you before. I decided it was worthwhile to get a tent that I can stand up in. It makes getting dressed so much less annoying. It's actually two "rooms", but the room divider comes down. I'm a little nervous about being able to be warm in a big tent like that, all by myself. The obvious strategy is not to be by myself, but...alas... alone it is. (And really, that is as it should be. I just like to make ribald suggestions. Heaven knows why.) Hence, the mummy sleeping bag. I did some shopping around and poking around in camping discussion groups and opted for a child's bag. My size pays off here, since I get a good bag for not much money. I considered -I really considered- the kid's bag that had glow in the dark constellations on the lining. But I decided that would get old sort of fast.

And the campsite is Starved Rock State Park, which is sort of a cliche if you live around here. I considered Kettle Moraine in Wisconsin, which isn't far. But this is a sneak-away-before-anyone-notices overnight trip. Starved Rock is closer, so it won. And it's gorgeous, it really is.

And the thing that made me decide I really should do this? Thallia. Remember her? The lovely green bike? We're going camping. There's a little voice in my head, that really belongs to snarky Dave in "let's find fault with Andrea" mode, saying that a good person, a worthy cyclist, would ride to Starved Rock. He's done it lots of times. Well, you know what? He didn't do it after working an 8-hour day, with tragically, relentlessly-needy, mostly mentally ill people. I'm trying to shut that voice up -in so many ways, I'm trying. I'm going to ride my bike around Starved Rock, sleep in my new tent, see the waterfalls (not on the bike), drink coffee at the Lodge, and then go to work late the next day. And I'm going to remember the smile that came spontaneously to me as I thought of those activities and not dwell on my certainty that, even in recreation, I don't live up to Dave's standards.

Really. I'm trying to let that go. As I said, I hate days off. Too much time to brood.

6 comments:

Lisa :-] said...

The more of these little "hints" that you drop about Dave and how he has treated you in the past, the more I dislike him. And the prouder I am of YOU.

YOU....GO...! Do it your way

:-]

jill said...

I'm going to remember the smile that came spontaneously to me as I thought of those activities and not dwell on my certainty that, even in recreation, I don't live up to Dave's standards.

Umm... Excuse me? You have even a scintilla of angst over living up to his RECREATIONAL standards? For fuck's sake, when he has even considered the possibility of living up to the ethical standards of a professional con man, then maybe (and only MAYBE) will I allow such talk.

Otherwise, just go and have a good time, for crying out loud...

breadchick said...

Andrea, I'm with Jill on that!!

OH btw, I've been to Starved Rock before and it was a lovely place to just gather my thoughts.

Now for crying out loud, be easier on yourself and enjoy being YOU!!

Renee said...

Sounds awesome! Have fun on your own terms!

sabellak said...

I used to work there. The lodge, that is, not the campground. And before that, at the cheesy concession stand in the park. The sum total of my pre- going away to college work history is at that park. Worked out well, as we lived like 10 minutes away.

You're right. It is gorgeous there.

And Jill is right, too. And so is Lisa. Grr. I have nothing else to add except have fun.

lonelywombat said...

Hey! When are you going? I used to love camping. I might still if I thought I could get myself off the ground to a standing position. Hope you have a great time. I'm in beautiful Wilmington/Leland NC losing my mind.