Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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The heat finally broke in central Ohio yesterday. After a bright day with low humidity and a monster rainstorm, the evening eased into cool, windows-open temperatures.
I caught Nick pitching a tent in the backyard in his undershirt and flannel pants. "We're sleeping out here tonight."
He does this sort of thing sometimes, just daring me to call his bluff. So I did.
All swaddled in the tent together at 1 a.m., a corny Girl Scout song wormed its way back into my head from some grave of childhood information. Mm-mm, I wanna linger, mm-mm, a little longer, mm-mm, a little longer here with you. I said the smell of a tent interior makes me nostalgic. He said it makes him feel free.
N.B. - this is our new "rustic" accommodations option for overserved friends.