Indeed! Or on those days when the frigin jays and squirrels have far too much to say and there is no eagle to shut them up, or the crashing of the waves is accompanied by typhonic (new word) winds and pounding rains and the crackling fire went out long ago to the exuberant downfall. I'm stuck in my egg but still far better than downtown urbanite. Yet I long for a movie, a delivered pizza and a nice glass of wine!
We don't seem to have frigin jays here, but we sure do have frigin crows and ravens, NOISY buggahs!
Typhonic is an excellent word, and I will try to use it more often in conversation. Soon enough, if we all contribute to this, it will appear in a dictionary.
A movie: bring a laptop computer, a DVD, an extension cord, and one of those thingies that plugs into the cig lighter. On longer camping trips, when we have failed to bring these items, son will sometimes say. "I wish we had some Passive Entertainment."
Delivered pizza: that's a tough one. It happened to me only once that the campground was close enough to downtown for it to happen. Know your "address" and use your cell phone. Tip heavily.
Nice glass of wine: is there any reason that quality libations cannot be packaged in tetra-packs? Or a nice unbreakable plastic bottle with a screw-on cap? I have wondered about this myself.
Here's an idea, and I am serious:
"How should we cook tonight, Dear, do you want me to fire up the BBQ, start a cooking fire, or should we just make something inside?"
"Don't worry about it, Darling, this campground has Room Service. I've ordered us the Coquille St Jacques with a Green Salad and Chicken and Chips for the kid."