Last weekend, I went to
With just a few exceptions, most of the conversations went like this:
Other Person: “So, where are you living now?”
Other Person: “Yep.”
Me: “So, are you married? how many kids do you have?”
Other Person: “Three kids, 9, 7 and 4. You?”
Me: “Two. 16 and 12.”
Other Person: “Wow, it sure is strange seeing everyone again.”
Me: “Yep, it sure is. Well I’m gonna go get a beer. See you soon.”
And you know what? That was just fine. It was good to catch up on the essentials of my former classmates’ lives, without getting too personal. Where the interest was mutual, we did go deeper and share more details, more stories. I only got pulled into one Jerry-Springer-esque moment, making me ever thankful for my dear DB who loves me and cherishes me, and who is a great dad to our perfectly-well-adjusted normal children.
Speaking of my brilliant offspring, they are away at camp right now. A month-long all-round good ol’ fashioned American camp – the same
I’ve only visited the camp twice, for an hour each time, but Camp holds a very special place in our family’s heart. DB met
Camp provides an opportunity for our kids to slow down and simply be kids – no text messaging, no boyfriend/girlfriend drama, no Facebook, they don’t even have television! Most importantly, the kids get a taste of pure, deep, and true friendship. The intensity of these friendships, insulated by time and place and circumstance, is unique to camp. This is where they learn to give and receive the pure sweet love of friendship. Maybe these relationships will endure for the next 20 years, or perhaps will end with the bus ride home. Either way, I’m glad they have this experience now.
My sister Mary Pat was a camp counselor for many years, and is now head counselor at her home – directing her own children’s summer experience. That includes a trip for all three of them to visit their favorite aunt/sister in a few weeks! We will have so much fun! I am organizing a trip to
Speaking of Mary Pat’s camp experience, and in keeping with my Old Home Week theme, here’s a reprint from Mom’s archives: (p.s. once I figure out how to post a .pdf on this blog, you’ll get the original. For now, a cut and paste job)
As we watched the Adventureland fireworks display this past weekend I wondered why we had driven seven miles to view a commercial sky show when the heavens were showing off an even more spectacular event. The moon was almost full, ..could even pick out the man in the moon...and the stars were blinking and twinkling in their constellations. Nature's weekend sky show was capped off with a rare display—the longest total lunar eclipse since 1859. It lasted one hour and 46 minutes. The next time an eclipse of the moon, of this duration, will occur is July 2000 according to the U.S. Naval Observatory. That last bit of information is for those of us who like to plan ahead. (Incidentally, cloudy skies obscured the event for central lowans.)
We have our own version of Marmaduke living in for a few days, while its owner is on vacation. Guido is a playful puppy who doesn't like the restraints of a rope. We have put him on hold in several spots in the yard and the thing he does best is get the rope wound around the apple trees, laundry pole, picnic table, and lawn chairs. Have you ever gotten up at 1:30 a.m. to untangle a dog? Over the weekend he discovered JPK's flower beds. And like a child doing naughty things for attention, he constantly wallowed in the beds even though he got a swat on the haunches each time he did it. This heat is a little hard on dogs since they don't seem to have sweat glands so we've tried to keep a bowl of water available. Guido doesn't seem to realize that the water will cool him. He dumps the bowl at every opportunity. Like Marmaduke, Guido wants to be around and on people. Just one night, when it was thundering and lightning, we invited him in the house to sleep. Do you know that a king size bed is only big enough for one, very large puppy? And his lunges of excitement when we play with him, call for us to be anchored in cement so we won't be toppled. Somehow in spite of his antics, Guido has convinced JPK it would be fun to have a dog around full time.
Katie won the wager on the number of names the new Prince of England would have. I thought at least 10, but she got it on the money with 4. Too bad the little babe will never know what it's like to be just plain Bill
Mary Pat reports that she is enjoying her counselor duties in
JPK and I were delighted to find supper ready when we came home from work one night last week. On her way out the door, Liz said, “Oh, I fixed chili. It’s in the crock pot. I don’t know why it’s so thin, but it sure tastes good." JPK investigated and couldn't find any beans in the mixture, so he added a couple of cans to get the right thickness. The next day Liz said to us, "Well, how did you like the spaghetti last night?" "Spaghetti! But you told us it was supposed to be chili and so we added beans." We haven't tried the leftover mixture over pasta, but as chili it tasted pretty good.
Wrinkles should merely show where the smiles have been.
Let freedom ring!