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Does your house grate on your nerves? Perhaps you have suffered the same mauve-and-blue-geese wallpaper in your living room for decades. Your children have tie-dyed your sofa with condiment colors. Your yard looks August-scraggly, and your garden resembles a vacant lot.
What can a person do to banish discontent with her home? Besides work on it, I mean.
The obvious answer: go camping. Preferably tent camping, during the hottest, muggiest week of the year. I guarantee your home will look 200 percent better when you return. Mine does.
First and foremost, I give thanks for our blessed bathrooms, reachable without a half-mile hike or an Olympic sprint at 2 a.m. My husband and I do not have to share these with 157 strangers, encountering someone elseâ€™s teeth floating in a little plastic dish under the mirrors. My shower, though seldom spotless, does not require shoes. Nor do millipedes with a death wish attempt to join me there. True, I suffer from occasional arctic deluges or my showerâ€™s hot flashes, depending on laundry, dishwasher and my husbandâ€™s wash cycles. But I know its quirks, whereas the camp shower randomly cooked and froze me until I felt like a giant lump of Mexican fried ice cream.
To read more, see Wednesday, Aug. 25, 2010 Pilot News print edition.
Rachael Phillips, a former Plymouth resident and the 2004 Erma Bombeck Global Award winner, is a freelance writer whose novella â€śRide with Me into Christmas,â€ť part of â€śA Door County Christmasâ€ť collection, will be released in September 2010. Check out her website at www.rachaelwrites.com for more articles and connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.View more articles in: