Hmm, I’ve not been here this week. I’m glad everyone had a good best Christmas camp ever but am feeling ever so slightly not very nice about it so on the basis its better to say nothing than say something not nice I’ll leave that there 🙁
I’ve lost track of where the days went this week – erm, plenty of wood collecting, lots of online Christmas shopping for the kids, still need to think about parents, brother and a couple of secret santas but at least have sorted Jack, Maisie and Lorna and my own kids (more or less) out. Its tough to have the pressure of no chance of last minute dashing out to stock up on a few more bits and Scarlett has one large gift whereas Davies is after nothing specific so will have actual things wrapped up for him.
Today we were Tinker, cat and chicken sitting for Fliss and Sandy who are off Christmas shopping for a long weekend so we got to sit in their house and watch telly and have a bath. Reminds us of how differently we live and how much of daily stuff is pretty tough when you sit on a real sofa and just plug things in… in many ways we are still in prolonged campervan living really which although vastly improved with the log burner is still tough with large areas of the static we can’t use (wardrobes, whole corner of the lounge, certain cupboards) due to condensation. Much though I love living a simpler life and collecting wood and water because it reminds us to be sensible about usage of resources there are still times when it all feels harder than it should. A real house is such a firm goal to have in sight but I am also very aware of how much of a journey it will be to actually get to that point and when simply doing all of those keeping things ticking over duties takes all our time I don’t feel like we are making enough headway towards getting the other things happening. It would be very easy here to run to stay still. Better time management required once we hit January.
Am bored of my own blog post now so will hit send and post something more cheery about Scarlett’s birthday instead to push this down the page.
(((Nic))) I thought that too but think its just a way of being totally upbeat and not a real comparison of previous years. They all suffer from the recency effect. How could it be the best camp ever when we weren’t there? 😉 xx
It’s a little bit how I feel when I look over suburbia and think about job stresses, traffic, never being able to pay the mortgage blah blah blah and read one of your many, many exuberant, we’ve made absolutely the right choice to move to Rum, type posts. Especially your fab views from your sitting room. Every time I see a pic (eg of S opening her bday presents) my heart just goes aaaah at that picture window view. Very envious! I have to make do with being happy a tree was cut down to give me a bit more sky!
By one person exulting in an experience or decision they make it will inevitably cause someone else to reflect negatively on how they live or that the past was not as good. That is not how it really is when you read between the lines.
Hope you had a looong bath 🙂
Miss you xx
Comment by Mich — 08 December 2012 @ 8:55 am
aw you two x x you and your families were both thought of and missed at camp. yep, it was a great camp but not to make any others of the fab and fun camps we had less great! x x x
Comment by HHaricot — 08 December 2012 @ 11:59 am
Oh, it’s always the best camp ever, isn’t it? 🙂
Comment by Alison — 08 December 2012 @ 12:50 pm
I could tell it was an awful camp and everyone missed me so much they were trying to put a brave face on it. *is good at reading between the lines even when there are no gaps*
Love you, you’re doing great, it’s all going to be such a glorious thing in the end and the ups will always be there on the way too, along with those downs we all have about how our lives are at times. xxxxx love you
Comment by Ali — 08 December 2012 @ 1:48 pm
Damn, no pulling the wool over your eyes, Ali! Not even the kool-aid-dyed fleecey wool for needle-felting, much less all the knitted and crocheted yarn 😉
But I really don’t think that one person having a nice time must inevitably make someone else feel dissatisfied. However rapturously Nic talks about Rum, I never feel the slightest envy because I know I’d hate it and am happy here. Always comparing one’s life to others’ sounds like a bad way to live, veering between smug and disheartened constantly.
Comment by Alison — 08 December 2012 @ 2:27 pm
@alison I am flawed indeed.
Comment by Mich — 08 December 2012 @ 3:37 pm
Ffs, don’t say things if you are just going to be sarcastic if anyone actually attempts to engage with what you are saying. I wasn’t being personal.
Comment by Alison — 08 December 2012 @ 3:50 pm
Yep its always the best camp ever, and there are always loved people missing xxx
Comment by em — 08 December 2012 @ 8:13 pm