Today is Smoke-free Day 167.
Right now, we were supposed to be on the road headed for camping in a yurt, like in this recent Oregonian article about the Yonderful Yurt that a co-worker gave me from the paper knowing how excited we were. We've been wanting to do this for some time, especially since we never did get any camping in this past summer. We were all excited, everything was reserved, plans were made involving bratwurst and campfires and Scrabble (OK, not Scrabble, since he won't play with me anymore because I whoop that ass). Then they forecast snow. Supposedly it's falling now if you look at current conditions, but looking out the window, it's actually not. Nary a whisper of a flake. Still, since there is a mountain between us and our empty yurt, and since I'm a "the safety girl" but with crappy rear-wheel drive in a car that's useless in winter and no chains, it's not worth it, even if the bastards won't refund the $36 because I just tried to cancel or re-schedule 2 days prior instead of 3 days prior. I don't think it's an Oregon Parks thing but a Reserve America thing - apparently reservations for most state and federal (and some private) parks go through Reserve America (no, I'm too mad to link to them), and those reserving are subject to their crazy $6 reservation fee, their clunky and flawed website (like how my reservation never showed up in my account because that happens a lot, though no one is sure just why), and their ridiculously inflexible policies. I knew I was taking a chance when I made the reservation. It's the policy. I know. I know. I still think it sucks. I took a chance that it wouldn't snow since it usually doesn't, and they don't have to be accommodating because as long as they are who state and federal parks use for reservations, it's not like campers have any choice at all other than to use them. They win. We lose. This time we lost even more than usual.
I'm not a happy camper, unfortunately, but fortunately, I'm still a non-smoker and won't go smoke out my frustration out in the cold that's not snowing like I would have been doing. I suppose the day isn't entirely ruined. Perspective and all that, right? I'll just stay caught up with my fellow Chantix bloggers, have another egg nog latte, wait to see if it snows and work on acting like a growed up about the whole thing instead of continuing my little tantrum.