I went to camp this weekend

It's close up the camp for the winter time.

Packed up the dog and the essentials and headed north to get the perishables out before my "guy up north" closed the place up for me.

It wasn't a great weekend forecast - ok, it really looked yucky (I think the guy on CH13 out of Portland actually used that word) but if you wait too long you can end up with things like a frozen (read: broken) toilet if there is a quick freeze.

Also like to get the leaves off the back deck so they didn't just sit and rot the wood all winter.

They claimed the first nor'easter of the season was on the way bringing high winds and snow and rain and sleet and every other kind of crap weather with it so it was a good time to hunker down and wait it out.

It's quiet up there in the woods even during a storm - you hear the rain on the roof and sometimes the wind gets busy enough so you hear it through the log walls, but mostly it's quiet.  You can actually hear the birds flying overhead if you are lucky enough to be outside when they pass.

So everything turned on and the furnace started and a bowl of hot soup for lunch - settle down for the real purpose of the visit.

Doing nothing.

Not totally nothing - rake the leaves away from the deck,  take the dog out once in a while and walk down the hill to the road to move some of the branches driven over on the way in, use the shop vac to suck up the errant fly or dead ant that always seem to be there and settle back down to read.

Somehow if you are home it's not acceptable to just sit and read - your Yankee conscience tells you that "you should be doing something".   The voice of my mother in my ear.  At camp, once the essentials are covered, there is nothing to do so that voice is quieter than usual!

There's no real point to this post - just to touch base with the few of you who actually still read the sometimes drivel that I write.  It was a good weekend - I got a lot of nothing done and waded another few hundred pages through the Outlander series that I'm re-reading.  Joey had a great time napping on the couch and alternating pestering me with his "throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the BALL" mantra.

Yeah, the power did go out around 8 pm that last night but the bed was warm and things actually came back on around 1 am so I was not doomed to leave without even having coffee in the morning.

So camp is closed and a lot of nothing got done - win/win!