Work really cuts into my peaceful life of retirement. I took on 8 days of teaching in July at the local College, and I am finding it really hard to stick to my usual firm work ethic. You know the one: show up every day, be on time, be focussed, etc. Instead I feel that I am counting the minutes till the end of the day when I can go home and be creative in my art journal or play in my scrapbooking room. This really sucks. (Sorry for the teenage lingo – just feels right with my 4 year old stamping of the foot!)
We are heading down to Chilliwack after class on Thursday to pick up our trailer from the RV lot. It is an older one – 1997 – but so gorgeous. I cannot help but be excited to go camping. Yes, that is me saying that. Just last year I had said “Over my dead body” when my hubby asked if I wanted to buy a trailer and go camping. Silly me. We camped two weekends ago in our daughters older travel trailer that they are selling. It was so restful. I really enjoyed the time. It wasn’t too hot and the mosquitos seemed to know that I wasn’t interested in having them around either. Sharing two campsites among the 3 campers was excellent as well. We could share tables and fire, but have our own space to camp. Hubby spent his time reading his Kobo. I worked on my art journal and my reading as well. The two dogs loved it – even though they had to be on leashes at all times.
So – off we go into the world of camping this summer. No wonder teaching feels like work right now. I really want to go play.