Day 1
Tha
---------Tha----Tha----- Tha, Tha, Tha.
My eyes tiredly open from a less than restful sleep. My brain barely functioning declares, what’s
that noise. My mind fog starts
dissipating as my eyesight sharpens, reality finally sets in: Oh crap
it’s raining. “Rain” I thought to myself
would be my worst case scenario for this weekend. I had no idea what lied ahead.
I decided to try
rolling off the air mattress so I wouldn’t wake Bonnie up. No sooner had I rolled off, she hit the deck
and woke up. Apparently most the air
came out of the mattress during the night. That’s the second problem with air
mattresses, they always loose air.
“What’s the matter” Bonnie said?
“I’ll show you” I said as I unzipped the door.
Rain, rain, rain,
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rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain,
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rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, “Make sure nothing touches the side of the tent” Bonnie yells.
“What
are you talking about,” I replied. “If
anything touches the side of the tent water will start coming in.” My first reaction was, yeah right! It sounded pretty farfetched. I’m not the kind of guy who never listens to
his wife. I’m the kind of guy who once
in a while listens to his wife. I could
have easily just blew it off as a “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about,”
but being the loving understanding husband that I am, I looked at it from a
scientific viewpoint. The tent is made
from tightly woven canvas with very little air space between the threads. The
water droplets just glide over the air gaps.
Now if something pushes against the tent from the inside, that gap
widens enough to let the water molecules pass thru it into the tent. Oh darn, she’s right for the second time in
our marriage. The first time she was
right was when she married me. Maybe
I’ll call Myth Busters on this one; I don’t want her to be right more than
once. Alright kids listen to your mother, don’t touch the tent. We don’t want to build an Ark in here.
