Why don't we do the things we love to do?
I love to go camping. I'm pretty sure Rob loves to go camping considering we spent our honeymoon camping in the Rio Grande National Forest. So why don't we go camping anymore? I just asked Rob this question and he answered, "Because we are lazy." Hmm, that could be it. Back in the day, when I camped on a regular basis, laziness wasn't really a factor. I had everything organized and packed into plastic storage bins and it took about 15 minutes to load up the car with everything needed. The checklist only covered items that weren't already packed and it was more of a grocery list for the store that would be stopped at on the way off to wherever. But now, if we wanted to sprint off on a camping trip it wouldn't be so easy. For one thing, most of our camping equipment has been permanently loaned out, never to be seen again. No nicely packed, raccoon-proof storage bins with all the things you might need, no lantern, no cookstove. Is that watercooler still around? Not sure. Do we still have two usable ice chests? No, not even one. Of course, none of these are really needed (other than at least one ice chest) and easily remedied. I suspect the real reason is the dogs. Irene would be fine, but taking Theo camping is a bad idea. At this point in his life he doesn't even like the front yard and boarding is definitely out of the question. He's a crotchety old man that just wants to stay home, but he's so anti-social with strangers that I don't think a pet sitter stopping by once or twice a day would work out very well. I think the answer here is part laziness, but also that sometimes you don't do some of the things you love because of the other things you love. In this case, Theo.