The May long weekend is looming and you know what that means — de-miceing (I am declaring that a real word) the trailer, flushing out the water lines, packing it full of bedding and clothing that will suit all four seasons and, finally, buying a week’s worth of groceries and shoving them into an itsy bitsy refrigerator.
Reminder: Don’t forget the can opener! You know… the one you took OUT of the trailer because you couldn’t find the one in the house but you said to yourself, “I will remember to put it back,” and now it’s time to put it back. Have you ever seen someone try to open a can of beans with a jackknife? It is all fun and games until someone tries to open a can of anything with a knife.
Why must we purchase a week’s worth of groceries for a two-day camping trip? I am not sure – something compels us to go ‘survivalist’ mode when we shop for a weekend trip. Something also compels us to shop for food items that we would never purchase at home: frozen bread dough, shrimp rings, more alcohol than was purchased for our daughter’s wedding.
We go a little cray-cray with the first glamping trip of the year. I understand we just want it to be nice, but admittedly, we go overboard a wee bit. It is as if we have broken free of the shackles of winter and we are going to celebrate! You know that time when you saw that old dude dancing naked around the campfire at the provincial campground? He wasn’t crazy – he was celebrating!
Side note: Dancing naked around any campfire can be hazardous because, you know, sparks from the fire, tripping and having your naked body fall into the fire, and the risk of being arrested for being naked in a public place.
The long weekend in May is the starting line for all things summer fun! It doesn’t matter if the forecast is warning about a heavy snowfall, we are already drunk on the warm summer rays of spring, and giddy with the promise of a ‘burnt on the outside but raw on the inside’ hotdog.
Our olfactory bulb near our brain is standing at the ready like a little soldier, prepared to process familiar smells like the campfire and the lingering smell of propane when someone forgot to the tighten the bottle.
I can’t wait!
Judy Kucharuk is a lover of sarcasm, witty people and footnotes.