Stuff that Delights
Just a few days left for you to vote on a name for my camper. Please vote if you haven’t already! In the meantime, here are some delightful things I’ve discovered in the few weeks I’ve lived in the camper.
The smell of a campfire that I didn’t have to light
Wee chipmunks darting to and fro all day long
Morning sun. Evening sun. Sun at any conceivable time. Except at midnight. That would be weird. Maybe even apocalyptic.
Going to the grocery with a bit of leaf in my hair (I’m a real camper now).
Finding new and wonderful ways to organize what little I brought to my new haven.
A small felted otter gifted from my daughter and SIL from their recent vacation to Maine - hereby known as Otto, the Emotional Support Otter.
My dog, happy as a clam with all of the new smells at the campground.
Windows that open properly to let the fresh air in.
Having a place filled with just those things that I love.
Using one of my glass shell dishes for a tea bag and spoon rest (until now, they’ve sat on a shelf and never been used for anything).
Mastering how to take a shower without dousing the entire bathroom in water.
Figuring out how to open the shower thingie after my first shower (it’s not a curtain - what IS it?) when I feared I’d be trapped for days.
Remembering to check my grey and black tanks regularly and emptying them when they should be emptied (delightful in an “I know how to do this” sort of way).
Setting up my “home office” that is functional and brilliant.
Having an early morning conversation with a little boy (he must have been around 6) on a bicycle who tagged up with Lu and I on our morning walk:
Him: You’re up early (it was 7)
Me: So are you!
Him: I just thought I’d have a nice morning ride.
Me: What a beautiful morning for a ride.
Him: Have you been here long?
Me: Not too long. How about you?
Him: I got here a few days ago.
Me: Are you having fun?
Him: Yes. Where is your camper?
Me: Just up here (pointing).
Him: Mine is over there (pointing).
Me: Yes, I saw you come out. It was nice to talk to you! I’m heading this way (pointing again).
Him: I’m going that way too (changing direction to match mine).
I walk and he rides in a companionable silence
Me (at my camper): Have a good day!
He waves and continues his nice ride.
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That would have been my youngest son at that age. He never met a stranger and loved to talk to people.
What a lovely list of little pleasures that add up to major satisfaction.