eating

rode a few lawnchairs;
slept in a tent whenever
weather permitted.


We returned from camping. Some were in tents. Some were not as in tents as others.

All I have to say is that my running that one mile is going to be a lot harder to do tomorrow morning. I made hummus for the trip, but only the people with dead taste-buds seemed to like it. Maybe fewer cloves of garlic next time. But camp food is so easily made unhealthy with the help of a few trailers. Luxurious things like microwaves. ovens. heaters.

So, I slept in a tent when I could. It rained and hailed the first day we were there, but this didn't dampen the rest of our trip. It was kind of dangerous to run from trailer to trailer while the hail was falling, but I felt like taking chances that day. I didn't sleep in the tent that night. My danger quota was filled with hail for the day.

The next day's danger quota was filled with diabetes risk.
And the following days were filled with the same.

I swear, Dutch people and descendents must be made of sugar. That's probably why we were so afraid of running in between the trailers when it was pouring rain.

"Oops! There goes Tante Joan! She shouldn't have eaten that last snickerdoodle. Now she's just a sticky mess."

I am still whole. But less in tents than before.