One Great Way To Escape Monotony Is Going 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.

I made quick work of collecting my gear. I soon had my sleeping bag, a flashlight, my mosquito repellant, a lantern, a pack of matches, and binoculars to scan the woods. I loved to spot wildlife from afar. I picked up what I could manage for my first trip, and made my way through the house toward the truck. I had already grown sick of the new home decor accents I had acquired just a few months ago. I laid what I had into the truck bed.

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.

When I examined the tent, which was folded into its box, the blade has seared it in several places. It was then that I decided I would camp Hillbilly style, just a sleeping bag by the fire, on the ground. I was prepared to take on the mosquitos, and any other bugs that may happen to visit my campfire. Now I was psyched, and ready to take on the wilderness.

I sat the tent down in the corner, and the side of it kicked over a can of paint thinner that had a lid that was not on good. Soon the floor was covered with paint thinner before I could get the can upright. Now I had to get some rags and get the paint thinner up. So I looked around and found a box full of old rags, and soaked up as much paint thinner as I could. The fumes were still pretty stout, so I had to go outside and run the hose through the window, and wet down and dilute what was on the basement floor.

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.

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.