|Me and our little Figgy up in Maine. One Christmas, H.'s brother John very generously gave us a gift certificate for a sunset sailboat cruise out of Camden.|
He and Punch really wanted me to go, but after six days on my own with her, I craved time alone. And also, I somehow pulled my calf muscle pretty badly and have been unable to get into a comfortable position for sleep. Last night, I took pain medication, an anxiety pill and maybe an inch of Grand Marnier on ice [had it in my baking cabinet for chocolate cake recipe]. I finally feel asleep for about 6 hours. But the thought of tossing and turning in a rustic lean-to in the wilderness did not appeal--though I would have loved the stars.
H. has been eager to take Punch camping for a while. When Figgy was little, we camped with her up in Camden and Moosehead, Maine and also down near the Pine Barrens in NJ, if I remember correctly. And that doesn't count Girl Scout camping. So today was a scramble as H. loaded an enormous backpack bigger than Punch--it was the one Figgy used when she hiked the Appalachian Trail in New Hampshire and Maine with a group one summer. He packed hand sanitizer, bug spray, toilet paper, food [including raw eggs and potatoes for tomorrow's breakfast], condiments, flashlights, sleeping pad, etc. etc. Little Punch was expected to carry a smaller pack with their clothing. I got them a nice new mess kit on the drive back from Montreal, when my friend Anne and I stopped in a great country store in New York State.
I started fretting a bit just around the time darkness fell, visualizing slithering black snakes and hungry bears. I hope H. remembered to put the food outside the lean-to. The first time I camped with him, on my first trip to Maine to meet his family, it was pouring rain, the food was in our tent and a raccoon was clawing at the flaps a lot of the night, trying to get in. Thank God the flaps were zippered.
They left about 4:30; I texted to check in with them.
Me: Are you guys ok? It's 7:10 p.m. Call me to let me know you're safe or text. Thanks. Love Ali/Alison [It's a long story--H. calls me Ali for real and Punch calls me Alison for a joke. It's not my name.]
[at 8:24 p.m.] H: All good. She had two dogs with ketchup. I had veggie burger. Heated up your apple thing. Delicious. Now sitting at fire and looking at stars. Gonna turn off phone. Good night, xoxox
I hope the three of them are safe tonight. Good night.
P.S. I tried to scan a really cute photo of H. and Fig camping when she was little, but alas, our scanner wouldn't work.
- Had some avocado and used multigrain tortillas to make quesadillas for me and Punch.
- Walked Sug with Punch and our friend Obie and her cute son.
- Hot bath.
- Good dental and skin care.