Quick note, I have no idea what happened to Monday's post. I'll fix that as soon as I can.
There are several things in life that I've never done. Most of them involve children's movies. My best friend insists that we need to get together and have a Shrek marathon to make up for my "lost childhood," but I'd rather see Lilo and Stitch or the rest of Megamind. I watched part of that with my sister the other day, and it looked pretty good.
But I'm not here to talk about movies. I'm here to talk about camping.
My mom went camping quite a bit growing up. She was a Girl Scout, so she know how to set up tents and cook over fires and everything like that. My dad calls himself a city boy. He's said that he'll never go camping unless there's air conditioning (which, in Texas, is pretty important). And since it's pretty hard to put AC in a tent, we got a trailer recently, and we're taking it out this weekend.
I've never been camping before. I've heard stories about bears and noises that turned out to be squirrels or deer or something else similarly harmless. I've heard stories about hikers getting lost and injured. But I know that actually camping is probably more fun and, at the same time, a bit more boring than that.
I'm not overly concerned with the lack of Wi-Fi. My writing doesn't require it, and I can download some music to listen to. But it means I won't be able to research anything, and I've been obsessively learning everything I can about medieval prosthetics for the past few days. I went on my first date about a week ago. I went early to use the coffee shop's Wi-Fi, since ours was down, and my date walked in to see me jotting down notes about wooden arms.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.