camping in....

As my faithful readers know, my spouse and I are in the process of having our kitchen remodeled.  Currently that room is just an empty shell, but we are making progress.  The city/county electrical inspector came today and approved the new wiring.  Now we're just waiting for the framing inspector to come, then the drywalling and painting can start.  Meanwhile, realizing that we simply couldn't keep eating all our meals out, we have moved our toaster and coffee maker to the basement rec room, along with a big supply of paper plates, plastic  and Styrofoam cups and plastic table ware.  

It feels like we're camping out.  Years ago, my first husband and I owned a VW mini-bus camper conversion.  We kept that 'camper' for 13 years and traveled all over the contiguous 48 states in it, with our two children and two dogs.  Camping then consisted of staying in our camper in national parks or forests, city parks that allowed camping, and sometimes in KOA campgrounds, when we needed showers.  Did you know that the KOA in Las Vegas has slot machines in the laundry room?  It's true.

Anyway, it occurred to me that, right now we have a similar set up and experience here.  We have a comfortable table in the basement rec room at which to eat casual meals (I was never much of a camp cook) and play games.  We also have a refrigerator (in the family room instead of the camper), shower facilities (more private than KOA) and, while we're in that basement retreat, a blissful absence of TV or radio.  We talk, we play games, and we go to bed early.  All commendable habits I think.  So, while I will be thrilled to have our new kitchen finished, I am going to enjoy these few weeks of "camping in."