it ain't cejwin, but it'll do

just dropped the putch off at sleepaway camp for her very first summer.  i could ramble on about how i miss her, all my fears & hopes for her, & so on & so forth, but instead i shall simply post these four pictures from drop-off -- which ran very smoothly, so kudos to you, camp laurelwood:

white bunks w/ green trim, just like cejwin -- yay, i continue to live nostalgically & vicariously though my daughter's sleepaway camp experience.

curious to see how this'll look in a four weeks on visiting day.

me, bonni, carl & the girls.  (wolf & milton were already on the campuses.)



this is going to be a good summer...

procrastination at its finest

"nothing like waiting till the last minute to do something"... that's my unintentional motto.  see, there are less than 48 hours before we leave to drop claire off at sleepaway camp & true to my nature, i have yet to begin labeling & packing her clothes & gear.  now, typically, i'd waste another day, but i've got carl on my ass supporting me to break my procrastinating ways, so, i'm gonna put some albums on & get crackin', starting w/ "rubber soul" by the beatles:

first day camp bus blues

the bus picked-up claire 35 minutes late this morning and dropped her off over an hour after she was s'posed to be home this evening.