One Great Way To Escape Monotony Is Going Camping
I was always one who got tired of the monotony of city life. I craved to be outdoors from time to time, just to clear my head. So that was what I intended to do on one particular day. I had donned my camo pants and camo shirt, and was now pulling on my brown boots. I then searched my closet for the necessary gear, and started a little pile on my bed. All was to be taken out to my truck parked out front.
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.
While returning for the second load, It came to me I had stored the small little tent in its box in the basement. I thought I might take it along to keep out the mosquitos. The bulb was burned out in the light, but there was enough seeping through the single window for me to see and retrieve my tent. With tent in hand, I attempted to climb back up the fifteen stairs, and resume packing. But in my haste, I tripped over the dyson upright vacuum cleaner that was right off to my side. I dropped the tent onto the blade of an old sickly that was supported upwards by an old paint can.
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 laid the tent over in a far corner, but when I turned to walk away, it fell, and knocked over a can of paint thinner. This can had a lid that was very loose, and came flying off, spilling paint thinner into the room at a fast pace. I grabbed, picked up, and righted the can, but now the whole basement was nothing but fumes. I had to get the hose from outside, stick it through the window, and water this down. First, I would take this box of rags in back of me, and wipe up as much as possible.
I soon had the basement floor diluted and well rinsed. At least now the basement was not flammable. I was free now to go back to loading my gear. But something had happened since I first came into the basement. I could barely see at all now. I had taken so long with my mess, that it dusk had fallen, and it was too late for me to take this camping trip.
It was dark before I got the gear out of the truck and returned into the house. In spite of all my efforts, I was not able to pull off this camping trip. It was just too late to head out. I had to laugh at myself when I thought about the events of the day. But one thing about it, this camping trip was anything but monotonous.
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