By: Blonde Two
Today I unpacked.
The statement above is so momentous that I should maybe have left it to stand alone in its stark but significant three-word-state. It would have been our shortest blog post to date, surpassing 2013’s “Ten Words” post in its minimalism http://wp.me/p2OiIR-ti.
Had I done that, I fear that only Blonde One would have understood what I was trying to say so here is a bit more information;
Blonde One and I packed for our first camp of this (Blonde) season in February. Since then we have been away a lot. I stopped counting how many nights a while ago but it seemed like most of them. Neither of us has unpacked in that time (Blonde definition of unpacking = emptying your bag so that it will fold flat and fit back into the cupboard leaving the spare bed looking like a bed again).
All of those adventures have now been packed away into my wardrobe and stashed back into the loft. It has been quite a season, one that will be filed in my memory banks (like many of life’s better things) as both “triumphant” and “desperate”. Hopefully I will examine it in my dotage and be pleased with the way I comported myself. Would you think me odd at this moment if I confessed to a tear?
There is, of course, another side to this story. Dear Blondees and Blondettes, please don’t worry. A Blonde is not a Blonde without an adventure and I am sure that Blonde One and I will be back up at Fox Tor Cafe again soon, notebooks and maps in hand, planning next season’s escapades and thinking about what to pack … “Are you going to bring your …?”