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Going Camping Is A Great Way To Escape Monotony

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.

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.

As I re-entered the house, I remembered that my small round tent was in the basement. I decided to go get that before making another trip to the truck. The light was blown, but there was enough peeking through the one window to see good enough to retrieve my tent. I walked down the fifteen stairs and made my way over to the tent, and picked it up, and turned to go back upstairs. Suddenly, I tripped over my mothers dyson upright vacuum cleaner that was slightly to my left. The tent went flying, landing straight on top of an old sickle that laid on the floor, and that my foot had caused to turn so the blade was upright.

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 put down the tent over in a near corner, but the side of the box just caught the edge of a paint thinner can and turned it over. Naturally, the lid was not on it very good, so immediately I was met with the fumes of paint thinner everywhere. I quickly grabbed for the can, sat it upright, adjusted the lid, and went to find rags to soak up the thinner. I found an old rag box and got as much as I could up. I knew what was left needed to be diluted with water. I opened the window and headed outside to put the garden hose through and water down the spill.

I finally got the basement floor wet down enough to dilute the paint thinner and not leave the place in a potentially flammable state. I then had to go back outside and roll up the garden hose and return it to its place. I went back to the basement to see that all was secure, and noticed that the visibility was very low. I had wasted the whole evening trying to go camping.

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.