It's raining again. People here are starting to get a little twitchy when it rains and might even be spotted jabbing at other people with their umbrellas. It's MAY, for heaven's sake - enough with the March blizzards and April showers. As it is, the azaleas are blooming 3 weeks late, and if it doesn't start warming up around here, we might as well kiss tomato and basil season good-bye.
On the bright side, though, if it stays cold, I won't have to suffer the humiliation of wearing my swimsuit in public. That would be nice.
Larry and I can't decide on where to go camping this summer. He's thinking somewhere mountainous and woodsy, with plenty of hikes to torture the children with. The girls are begging for a beach location. Brian wants to stay home and play with his Legos. And I'm thinking that only a 5-star hotel will really do the trick. One that allows campfires, of course....
Seriously? I can't even imagine being able to get us all packed and out of here. I had originally planned for us to head down to Pensacola to visit friends in March. That didn't happen, so I aimed for May, but - last I checked - we're still here and not there. And Larry says he doesn't want to head south in the summer. So now the suggested location rotates from Upstate NY to Acadia National Park to Cape Cod to Hawaii (well, that last one is my idea, actually - no way that Larry could drag the camper there, right?).
Any other northern locales we're missing? Feel free to suggest one, especially if it has no camping sites available whatsoever. Thanks.