Last night, I was still lying awake after midnight, restless and annoyed, when I finally gave up on having the windows open. The weather was perfect for it — low 70s, a little bit of a breeze — but there was too much traffic noise. I used to be able to sleep through traffic noise. I lived near a major highway in Walnut Creek, California, for a while, and managed to convince myself that the traffic noise was the sound of the ocean, soothing, peaceful. When I moved down to Santa Cruz, CA, I had to adjust to sleeping to the sound of the real ocean. Apparently now I do better with crickets.
But largely my problem in this campground is my location. The campground’s location is one of its advantages: it’s the closest campground to downtown Toronto, and is, in fact, a lovely little oasis of nature in the midst of a city. There are kilometers of hiking trails, kids riding bicycles, loads of trees, even a river. If I was a lot more ambitious, I could even walk to the Toronto Zoo. (Begging the question of what Zelda would be doing while I went to the zoo, since I would never feel comfortable leaving her alone in the van for that long when the heat could get into the 80s.) My personal location, though, is in the V where the entrance and the exit to the campground meet, and thus every camper, every truck, every bus, every trailer must drive by me.
Toronto traffic, by the way… just wow. Canadians are apparently not Canadian when they are behind the wheel. I saw a literal road rage incident yesterday when two men got out of their cars to yell at one another at a traffic light. I’d pondered the question of whether drivers were specifically being assholes to me because of my Florida license plates. Has the hatred of Americans overseas hit Canada so hard that they’re acting on it to random tourists on the road? But the road rage incident was comforting in that respect — nope, they’re assholes to one another, too. (Not all of them, of course, no insult intended to any nice Canadian drivers who might be reading.)
I didn’t really get to see R’s new apartment because parking in his neighborhood did not seem possible, but I did take him and his belongings there. It is so nice to have some space back in the van! Less stuff is definitely more when it comes to van life. I like not having to climb over the kayak to use the bathroom and I love being able to store my shoes above the door so that I’m not tripping over them every time I turn around.
And… sigh. You know, I had other things I wanted to write about, but a reader decided to ruin my morning by coming to my blog and telling me all the things that were wrong with Grace. I honestly don’t get that. It’s one thing to share information with other readers in a review, and another to point out typos or errors that are correctable, but why tell an author all the things you don’t like about the story she chose to tell? I guess we all like to complain, don’t we? Here I am complaining about my location in a campground — maybe the campground will choose not to let people camp here anymore, LOL. But I am definitely choosing not to write anymore today. I am going to camp and cook and walk my dog and play WoW and maybe find myself a job as a nanny. I’d be a great nanny, as long as I could bring my dog along!
PS Many thanks to the readers who have written reviews and/or sent me nice messages. I promise not to let my anti-writing mood last too long!
A nanny, huh? We have an excellent fenced-in area for a dog at our new house, a perfect place to park Serenity in the trees, the requisite crickets, a gorgeous kitchen, a nice clean shower, even a giant bathtub that makes bubbles… 😉
Oh my gosh, you are so tempting! Baby B is adorable and my very favorite age. And a gorgeous kitchen is music to my ears — I was thinking I’d have to try to find someone who wanted me to cook for them a few nights a week, too, because I really like cooking for other people. R and his new gf are coming over for dinner tomorrow night and I’m crossing my fingers that it doesn’t rain, because three people in the van in the rain while I cook would be a nightmare, but I don’t want to have to go out instead. I’m planning gluten-free chicken piccata, and it’s not something I’d ever make on my own (requires wine for the sauce, so I need someone else to drink the wine!)
You are gifted and talented! Let those comments flow away!
I would also like to say how much I enjoy your color commentary on your travels and the pictures! Always enjoy the Z stories too.
Z story! That was one of the things I meant to write about! I’ll have to post a Z update next, but she’s doing great. Her only ongoing issue is that she’s decided she’d rather not jump down off the bed any more, after hurting herself doing so more than once in the first few days after the attack.
As for my blog, I’m glad you enjoy it! I’ve been writing here for a long time, since long before I started writing fiction again, and I’ve gone through some angst over the years about what an “author” blog should be and whether I should be keeping a journal instead. I try to remember that I’m mostly writing here for Future Me, the one who’s not going to remember in ten years time where I stayed in Toronto or what I thought about it, but I’m always happy when other people enjoy it, too.
Tracie Lynne Hall said:
Oh dear. Sounds like the stars took a brief disliking to you–having to part with R; not getting to see the new apt.; rude drivers; witnessing a confrontation; receiving a list of criticisms about your newborn, Grace (sounds like it’s time for that reader to stop plaguing authors and come up with their own story–and hope that karma isn’t a thing). The pictures here are lovely.
Have a good snuggle with Z, a nice warm cup of tea, and find something uplifting–a sweet or funny book, a fond memory . . .? Sending you fields of festive flowers, bright babbling brooks, gloriously green grass, and lovely lapping lakes!
I decided to go to Prince Edward Island, which is a place I’ve always had on my list of places to see. It’s going to be some long driving days, but maybe it will include all those things — plus ocean!
I can’t fathom somone being that rude to an author. Your writing is a gift to the world. If they don’t like it, they should accept that your style of writing isn’t their cup of tea and go on about their business looking for an author more to their liking. I love your writing… as do so many others. Let all of that negativity slide right off you … not deserved, not worth keeping or ruminating over.
It wasn’t mean, she just didn’t like the book and thought I should have changed a bunch of things. It would have been a perfectly reasonable review of the book. But I don’t read reviews (as much as I can avoid them) because it doesn’t help me in any way to have more critical voices in my head — my own is strong enough, thanks!! — and it really ruined my morning. I’m over it by now (more or less), although today definitely wasn’t the writing day I was hoping it would be.