Im waiting to see who comes to stay in this tent tonite. When I pulled into my little space a lady from the Volcano House was setting it up with big fluffy pillows and a cooler and a guy from the house brought over a big foam mattress. It is all set up for the richies.
I am not jealous...oh, maybe I envy two people who get to sleep together and snuggle. I have my wonderful 'set up in a minute tent' and an inch and a half thick memory foam pad for my pleasure and I count myself very lucky. Last time my daughter and I camped here together. Now I am here on top of the volcano all by myself. Im checking out the town of Volcano which has lots of cheap houses and some really nice ones too. Taking a break from the daughters' houses.
I miss having someone to talk to and snuggle with. I wonder where the Richie couple is right now as the sun sets and others in this campground have arrived early to get a spot and settle in. I bet they are having a magnificent dinner at the Volcano Lodge looking out at the glow of the spouting lava. I wonder if they will have someone drive them out here and drop them off at the tent. How many glasses of wine will they have at dinner? Will their suitcases be with them? Will they sleep naked?
This is my little tent and my blue car waiting for me as I climbed the back hill and looked out over the volcano valley. The crater is in the other direction and maybe tomorrow I will go over there. I have a senior pass now. Old. I am old and lonely. No one to talk to. I ditched two rich guys back in San Diego who I know would have taken good care of me if I would have wanted them to. I just didn't feel close to them and enjoy talking to their conservative minds so I guess I would rather be alone. Are the people coming to sleep in the fancy tent Republicans? I bet they are. I bet she is blonde and high maintenance beautiful and he is rugged. She is probably pretending to like camping because he does...oh I can come up with all sorts of nasty stories. Envy isn't pretty.
I guess I mentioned that I am lonely. This isn't something new. I was feeling isolated in San Diego and actually enjoyed my peace and quiet life with no one to compromise with. I can do what I want when I want and if I want to type on the internet while the sun is setting on my little camp spot I can and there is no one to complain about what I am doing. No one. Good. I have come from my oldest daughter's house where her boyfriend has quit drinking and they seem to be settling in to raise Petunia in a wholesome manner. Good. They talk now without arguing all the time and it is a vast improvement. I don't know what the future will bring but without the devil alcohol it looks better.
So here I am writing and waiting for the rich people to arrive at the tent. It is seven pm and there is no sign of them. Sure is peaceful here. Ill be here tomorrow night too. Ill let you know what develops. Thanks for being there to talk to in the cyberworld. Ive been talking to the birds all day and they are starting to make lots of sense. I guess anyone camping by themselves on the top of a volcano has a right to feel lonely. I just noticed the big full moon coming up and I don't feel alone anymore. The moon is good company.