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Spent more money
Sep. 27th, 2011 12:21 amI just ordered a new camp cot from Amazon.com (because "free shipping' rocks)... it wasn't cheap, but while I feel regret at the cost, and the stupidity of owning not two, but three bed set-ups, I am really glad that we decided to buy it. I bought this: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000WUM5Q0
Pennsic was awful for me, physically. I'm too fat, and too much in pain to enjoy all that time camping. Yeah, I'm doing something about that, but that won't really kick in before War of the Wings. Last year, after passing out from the heat at WoW, and realising that I don't really enjoy the event in the first place, I'd decided to give this year's event a skip. And then, in a moment of - hubris, maybe - I volunteered to be the camp coordinator for the baronial camp. Last year's person did a terrible job and a lot of people still scowl over it (she overbooked herself with duties that took her away from camp), so I thought we'd need someone willing to be in camp and on call. And I can do that.
And then we went to Pennsic, and I was miserable. I don't know how much it showed, but there ya are. I figured out that part of my misery was just plain discomfort. That isn't really going to go away while I'm taking Gleevec. It's just a side effect and that's that. So when I thought about sleeping on my (wonderful, actually) 10" air mattress for four nights in a row, I began to get unhappy about going to WoW. I have to crawl up the mattress in order to rise from the ground. I hate that. In the interest of packing light, I got the best air mattress I could and it is more comfortable than most hotel beds, but getting in and getting out - suck. As I limber up and work on weight loss, that should fade, but I've lived long enough to know that I should be ready for the 'now' and not suffer through months of discomfort waiting for the 'later'. Sometimes 'later' doesn't work out the way you envision.
And thus the bed. I had one before my back surgery and only gave it away when I was forced into a wooden bed with a real mattress (at Pennsic). Besides, the person I gave it to really needed something comfortable. She had nothing, I had two comfortable beds. What did we learn in Kindergarten? Sharing.
So now I have a new bed, and sure knowledge that it will be a comfortable one that can handle my weight easily.
And now I must go back to baking cookies. We have no children living at home, so why is it the cookies disappear about as quickly as I make them?
Pennsic was awful for me, physically. I'm too fat, and too much in pain to enjoy all that time camping. Yeah, I'm doing something about that, but that won't really kick in before War of the Wings. Last year, after passing out from the heat at WoW, and realising that I don't really enjoy the event in the first place, I'd decided to give this year's event a skip. And then, in a moment of - hubris, maybe - I volunteered to be the camp coordinator for the baronial camp. Last year's person did a terrible job and a lot of people still scowl over it (she overbooked herself with duties that took her away from camp), so I thought we'd need someone willing to be in camp and on call. And I can do that.
And then we went to Pennsic, and I was miserable. I don't know how much it showed, but there ya are. I figured out that part of my misery was just plain discomfort. That isn't really going to go away while I'm taking Gleevec. It's just a side effect and that's that. So when I thought about sleeping on my (wonderful, actually) 10" air mattress for four nights in a row, I began to get unhappy about going to WoW. I have to crawl up the mattress in order to rise from the ground. I hate that. In the interest of packing light, I got the best air mattress I could and it is more comfortable than most hotel beds, but getting in and getting out - suck. As I limber up and work on weight loss, that should fade, but I've lived long enough to know that I should be ready for the 'now' and not suffer through months of discomfort waiting for the 'later'. Sometimes 'later' doesn't work out the way you envision.
And thus the bed. I had one before my back surgery and only gave it away when I was forced into a wooden bed with a real mattress (at Pennsic). Besides, the person I gave it to really needed something comfortable. She had nothing, I had two comfortable beds. What did we learn in Kindergarten? Sharing.
So now I have a new bed, and sure knowledge that it will be a comfortable one that can handle my weight easily.
And now I must go back to baking cookies. We have no children living at home, so why is it the cookies disappear about as quickly as I make them?
