I have discovered the secret of sleeping in my car.
When I first really started considering this alternative lifestyle, I slept in my car... just to see how it would work. Wow it sucked! I tried sleeping in the passenger side, front seat fully reclined. But I couldn't really manage to do something comfortable with my legs (a bit like trying to sleep in an airplane, with more reclining). I slept so poorly that night I slinked back to my bed and had a two hour nap to try to actually be rested. A bit crestfallen, I resolved to find other sleeping arrangements.
The 70% likelihood of rain gave me some second thoughts about camping. I love the mud, don't get me wrong, but the notion of packing up that soggy, grimy tent and putting it in my car was just enough dissuasion that I decided to give the car sleep another try.
I drive up to the parking complex for the Metro, all the way to the top, and off in a tucked away little corner. Inspired by a few brainstorms from Kristen, I hatched the following sleeping arrangement. With both the front seats pushed forward, I constructed a sleeping place diagonally crossed the car. With a blanket shoved there and a sleeping bad here, the sleeping landscape was a bit like a reclining chair. You know, the ones with the flip up leg supports?
Slept like a baby! A well fed and unrealistically rested baby.
Now, it happened to not rain that night, though, two nights later, as I looked at the dark clouds pouring toward the mountain, I decided to try it again.
Same situation. Total comfort; unmolested. As it was still raining upon my waking, I took a shower in the light drizzle. I crouched in front of my car, and just let the rain slowly soak my hair and body. God provides. My peaceful cleansing was interrupted by a security guard cruising by on his little battery powered car. I give him a joyful wave. He waves back, totally flabbergasted. and just keeps driving.
I reflect as I am pulling my clothing over my damp body as I drive away. The vagrant life trades worries and joys with the home life. When have I had the blissful opportunity to bathe in God's bountiful waters? Not often.
But then, when have I had to escape my morning shower early for fear of security guards calling cops? Not often, either.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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