Isn’t it funny the things we do and call it fun?

I’m talking about all of us who go places to “rough it”.  When you step back and look at it, it really seems pretty silly.  I mean, we go away for a weekend and do hard-work kind of stuff that we pay somebody to do here at home and put up with inconveniences that we wouldn’t dream of at home.

Now, when I was younger, my definition of roughing it was much different than it is now.  Camping was roughing it … where the restroom was behind a bush and there were no baths.  I don’t do that anymore.

No, now roughing it means going to my folks’ cabin in East Texas.  We went there last week with them for a weekend of fun.

The banister leading up to the cabin had to be reinforced because the termites thought it was pretty tasty.  The wasps had made themselves at home in the eaves and we used up three cans of spray trying to fend them off.  We laughed because we thought it was funny.  Go figure.

The yard had been overtaken with fire ants.  That happens when the neighbors are at their cabins more often than you are at yours.  They scare their ants over to your yard.  We put out enough poison to scare them into the next county.

The toilet (at least there is one) was only sort of working.  No doubt the line leading to the ancient septic tank was being invaded with roots and such.  We learned that you couldn’t flush right after a shower, doing dishes, or any other activity that required a bunch of water to go down the drain.

The roof only leaked when it rained.

The lights only flickered sometimes.  We think a squirrel chewed some of the wires in the attic.

My mom is covered with poison ivy.  She was pulling brush from around some of the trees.  At home, they don’t even own a lawnmower.  They hire a yardman to do it.

But my, was it fun!  We relaxed, no phones ringing, we played cards, and were sorry when it was time to leave. 

Back to the real world where toilets flush and lights work.