I may or may not be writing this from a camper. Ok, I'm in a camper. But it's more like a small perfect house, because I don't camp. If you've read any of my Time Traveler posts, you may understand why not. No, wait. I haven't written *that* post yet... The one where we lived in a tent for most of a year in 1977. Five of us, with my brother in diapers. Outside shower, outdoor kitchen, washing dishes in a pot on the ground, with goats and chickens that came in the tent. Oh, yes. I will write that post eventually...but-
So, yes. We're in a camper on a mountain by a lake. My oldest and my husband had to leave at 5 a.m. this morning for the one-hour commute back to civilization because WORK, so we got that kind of relaxing 5 hours of sleep you get when you are relying on the alarm to go off on a Droid with 60% battery left and no electricity, plus the requirement that "If I miss work, I will be fired. Mom. Are you totally sure your phone won't die?"
Of course I said yes. Because I wanted her to sleep without worrying that she may miss work, get fired, not be able to go to college, and end up living in a van down by the river. All because her mom wanted to go camp by the beach.
The good news is that my phone didn't die, and that horrid Droid alarm did exactly what it should do...which is: wake up everyone except her. I'm kidding. She eventually got up, after I was completely awake, and they left on time.
I snuggled down to go back to sleep because hello--NO ONE IS AWAKE THAT EARLY. Seriously.
I thought a lot of time had passed when I heard another camper start up....their generator... in the absolute still quiet of the forest. With no clock in sight, I mentally forgave them and assumed that it must be later than I thought. "Well, yeah. It's probably like 7. They are probably morning people and were kind enough to wait until 7 for their coffee." I drifted back towards the sleep I still hadn't really had.
Gun shots. Six. I counted. Where we are, this isn't really cause for alarm, so I tried to sleep again.
Hammering. I kid you not. Now that I'm awake, I'm not sure why hammering is more alarming than guns? All my windows were open, so it sounded like someone was building something IN THE NEXT CAMP SITE. At first I thought "Ok, sure. They're probably just tapping the end of their picnic table together so they can have breakfast safely. It's cool. They'll stop soon."
Guys. It didn't stop. I sleep light, so this was a total deal breaker. Bam. Bam. BAM .BAM.
I shut the windows and tried to sleep anyway. It went on. I tried to imagine WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY NEED TO BUILD RIGHT NOW!!???!!
Finally I flung the covers off and actually went outside in my jams barefoot and stood in the road looking for the source of the noise. I couldn't see anything. The next camp site was still quiet. I did my best *arms flung out* gesture that universally means WTH, GUYS??? WHAT ARE YOU HAMMERING? DO YOU REALIZE THERE ARE PEOPLE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW?? Not a soul was visible. Just the sound of hammering. Two hammers, actually.
I gave up and went back in the camper. Glanced at the clock. I had to squint...the big hand is on the... 9. Little hand allllllmost on the ...6.. Wait.
WHAT THE EVERLIVING HECK ARE YOU WORKING ON AT 5:30 IN THE MORNING? I can't even.
It did finally stop, and I was able to sleep. I woke up at 10:45, which felt great. Kind of like being on vacation.
Plus, I found two bars of service on the windowsill of the camper and woke up to an email from one of my favorite blogger friends, so it looks like today will be ok after all. Except I have the added joy of customers being able to reach me while I'm camping, so that's a love-hate kind of thing. Yeah. The service is patchy at best here. Sorry I missed your call while at the beach...really!
P.S. They are still hammering...someone must be building a house, or a mountain-top monastery, or something. Gah.
|The view from my door right now. With less hammering.|