Golf and Previlean and Mermaid Tails… or are these tales?

This morning only Alexander went to camp because sometime around April Jane told me that she was, “too old for camp” and didn’t want to go this year. Of course I called and asked if she could be a CIT, they said, “yes” and Jane explained that she wasn’t old enough to be a CIT. She’s neither fish nor foul at age 13. In the first minutes of June Jane begged me to sign her up for camp. Tough luck, only half the days she wanted were available so today …

Camp With Nerds

Jane came home from her first day of specialty camp thrilled beyond belief. There are about 100 boys and a dozen girls and she stood in my living room gesticulating wildly while exclaiming, “They’re all nerds. You sent me to nerd camp and it’s the most wonderful place in the world.” She told us about the kids that were there to learn to hack, program and build computers. She told me that no one cared about clothing or things like making eye contact and she was the only kid who …

The One Where I Told My Son We Could Stop After He Puked

I’m tired and lazy. August might be a little sporadic with the posting. Jane is back from Outward Bound. It sounds like it was an incredible experience, and it’s one I’ll invite her to talk more about. There were some harrowing moments with a tipped over canoe but it sounds like she was with an exceptional group of girls and they came to be close as a group. She came home taller, stronger, and without a lick of table manners. It was good. Last night two friends slept over and …

Empty Nest

This morning we got up at 5am to get Jane off to the airport. Her flight left out of United at LAX which is a dismal dated terminal on the far South end of the airport. It’s the terminal left over for the puddle jumpers that are flown by kids straight out of the airforce and flight attendants who are decidedly unglamorous. United Terminal 7 is the ugly stepchild at LAX, and we had to find our way to gate 88. I want to know what happens at gates one …

Wandering Around the House Bumping into Ghosts

Yesterday we dropped Alexander off at camp. I’ve dropped him off at camp every morning this summer, but yesterday I dropped him off at sleep away camp. Two weeks ago when my friends asked me how I felt about it I snickered and said, “He’ll have the time of his life.” A week ago I gave the same response. Three days ago at ten o’clock at night I asked my husband if we weren’t making the worst mistake of our lives. Dropping him off was uneventful, we filled out forms, …