Simply my life
Make time for writing and other art
Get healthier (more active, better diet)
Learn how to live with the disability of aging
Help Mike reach his personal goals
Camping, by definition, must involve a tent,
or at least sleeping outside in a hammock.
Showing up in a five-ton vehicle with a microwave and a color TV
and running a noisy gas-powered generator to support a refrigerator and air conditioning?
That's not camping.
My first free-will choice was a gypsy. From the dress-up box I took a beautiful full-circle skirt, black with a design of gold swirling lines, the waist two-times too large for me. Mother helped fix it up with a belt and supplied the rest of the adornments, but the skirt was all. Gypsy girls dance and live in a gypsy caravan in the woods. Gypsy girls read palms and tell fortunes with Tarot cards.
Mike's choice was a hobo. He got to wear old clothes and his mother dotted an unshaven beard onto his face with an eyebrow pencil. He had a bandana (filled with clean socks? A candy bar? One wonders) tied to the end of the stick. A hobo lives on the road, traveling from place to place, doing odd jobs for strangers, never staying in one place to long. He is not required to bathe.