We haven’t made many changes to the furnishings of the camp over the years. The furniture is tastefully rustic, as in old and worn out. Nevertheless the furnishings are chosen castoffs from other places, and we camp owners generally resent any donated cast offs, as in “I wasn’t needing this any more, but couldn’t bear to throw it away. I thought you might be able to use it at your camp.” In my camp, time pretty much stands still. The same photos have been on the wall for at least a dozen years. The same magazines are on the shelf of the nightstand. The latest issue of Yankee magazine dates 1990. There are a few changes that attest to the march of time. Next to the books is a collection of movies on DVD, and next to the old transistor radio is a docking station for our mp3 players. Cranium and Apples to Apples occupy the same horizontal space as Old Maid, Uno and the ancient jig saw puzzles.
I like things pretty much just the way they are. If we just had a little brick patio at the bottom of the steps where that big pile of sand is, that would be nice. And maybe replace the old kitchen counter top and the vinyl flooring in the bathroom. Oh yes, and a little storage shed at the end of the driveway would be nice. Well, there’s always something isn’t there?