As we move into summer, a struggle develops between domestic responsibilities and the freedom of high mountains and blue green evergreen forests.
Domestic:
1.Of or relating to the family or household: domestic chores.
2.Fond of home life and household affairs.
(source - Mirriam Webster Dictionary)
Being domestic is a fine attribute. After a long day going places with your spouse, perhaps doing things for them, you then sit on the couch and watch television for the evening. Husbands are domestic. Some boyfriends are. Domestic men make women happy.
I see domestic as the first stage of hell. Not so much for what it makes you do, but what you have to give up.
By being nondomestic, I am able to throw my pack into the back of my truck and head up to the mountains without hardly a care in the world. You would have to go a long, long, way to find three souls more happy than me and those two dogs when we start up that trail.
I know I shouldnt go, because there is plenty of work to do at home. I need to call a plummer and have the main exit line from my house rotored out. The last two times I washed clothes water came up through two drains.
I need to start scraping the house and putting primer on it to prep for painting. I need to take the big stack of mail off the counter and sort it. I need to sweep in the bedrooms. I need to clean the toilet.
I have this debate pretty often - Let me see, what should I do, sweep and clean the toilets or watch sunrise at the edge of timberline, where spring is just beginning, and the fresh cold air is filled with a chorus of mountain birdsong?
I have a feeling the work I need to do at home will wait for me.
Me and the dogs are going backpacking. Again. Heading up Thursday night, right after work. A lot of snow has melted lately, and this time I envision going off trail up to near treeline, which was not possible two weeks ago, except with snowshoes.
What chance do you think I would have putting off my home chores for this if I had a wife or a girlfriend nearby?
No, I will leave domestic for other kind of men - boyfriends, my exwife's new husband
And when I get home on Saturday night I will clean up and head straight to the dance hall, to hold and squeeze and twirl gorgeous honky tonk angels til early Sunday morning.
Another benefit of being nondomestic.
Life is just too damn short to be too responsible.