Cangst: /käNG(k)st/.
Cangst is the wish, desire, or need to go camping. Cangst is anxiety that is mixed with frustration and negativity when one cannot go camping. It differs from angst. Angst often doesn’t have a specific target: people feel angst in general. Cangst is SPECIFIC. A cangst-filled person is dissatisfied and unhappy because they cannot camp.
I just made that up. It sounds like a real thing, though. I know I am suffering from it right now.
Dear Husband and I went out to Midge tonight and “camped” for a couple hours with music, cocktails, and the girls (my spoiled rotten dogs.).
Man, do I miss camping. It was finally warm enough and the driveway wasn’t covered with soppy wet snow or mud, so we took the opportunity and headed out to the Airstream with all 4 dogs in tow.
Aah! so nice. If the Holiday Rambler was parked here at our house, it would be perfect!
We are going to check on it tomorrow and check for leaks and mice. Oh, lord, please let there be no mice! I can deal with leaks. Not mice. Oh, hell, no.
I’ve had great luck keeping mice at bay in my campers using “Bounce” fabric softener sheets. Just spread them out all over the place! Put them in cabinets and under furniture. It seems to work! Our large, newer camper was basically parked in an alfalfa field for 7 years when not in use and we have never had a mouse in there. The Airstream has not had any either. I swear by the “Bounce” sheets.
UPDATE: Checked on the Holiday Rambler! Dry and MICE FREE! And, I need to say……so flipping cute. I love it.
I should give a Holiday update. We had an awesome Holiday! Just having friends and family around makes it so special. I love my kids. I love my family. My boys are growing up and I am so proud of them. I am excited for them. They have exciting lives ahead. Not complaining, but I want them to be little again. Some day my boys will give me grand babies to spoil. I will wait. Patiently. I made that damn cake again. The one from last year (look in the archives). I actually had a bite of it this year, and geez. That is some good cake. Worth the effort. I don’t think it will be a yearly tradition because it takes so much time, but it is definitely a keeper.
My wonderful husband gave me some great camper gifts :). A turquoise toaster and sauce pan for the Holiday Rambler (I don’t have pics. Sue me.). I gave him some super cute red plaid vintage camper ware. It is a small unused grill, and a Car Snac-Pac: it is made to hang over the bench seat of a car…..2 thermos’es (thermos-I?). 2 coffee cups, and a lidded box for snacks :). I have a picture of it. Dear Husband is not in the picture. I am. And, I am in my Christmas morning Jammies. Forgive me, but this is the only picture of the vintage plaid camping ware:
I also gave him a “DuraTent”. We saw it on SharkTank. It is supposed to be a little tent to keep your food bug free while camping. This is what happens when you have too many dogs for your own good:
So, that was that. I love the holidays.
I love camping more. I want to pack my coolers, worry that my fridge isn’t working, hope I remembered everything, pray my dogs don’t puke or poop where they shouldn’t, pray I have enough food, ice, and blankets to be comfortable. Do I have gas for the genny? Do I have toilet paper? Do I have reservations? DO I CARE? Oh, to camp. I need to do that.
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