I’m out in the yard, the Camp Fisher yard, typing away. It’s extremely mellow around here today; the remaining six of us are reading, walking, doing projects, chatting, napping. There are plenty of places to go for solitude and silence.
However, if I look around, both inside and out, I don’t see much simplicity. There is stuff everywhere, but I’m Camp Cook, and not in charge of buildings and grounds. Nevertheless, when it’s time, I won’t be amazed at how quickly we clean up. We are as fast as the Cat in the Hat, who got everything in order before ‘our mother’ got home. Of course I’m the mother, but I’m also the Cat; and thankfully there is another Cat, my husband.
However, if I look around, both inside and out, I don’t see much simplicity. There is stuff everywhere, but I’m Camp Cook, and not in charge of buildings and grounds. Nevertheless, when it’s time, I won’t be amazed at how quickly we clean up. We are as fast as the Cat in the Hat, who got everything in order before ‘our mother’ got home. Of course I’m the mother, but I’m also the Cat; and thankfully there is another Cat, my husband.