Bad News, Worse News, Pretty Flowers

Jane felt pretty tired Thursday. Jane keeps getting bloody noses. Jane has a sore throat. A blood test showed us that Jane has Mononucleosis. Jane has to miss surf camp, two weeks of it. She is crushed. It’s a good thing Jane has Guncles because no one else would ever know to send these.

Jane is Back from Outward Bound

We picked Jane up from the airport last night and she was radiant. Outward Bound is the right program for her. She paddled 80 miles in five days, made new friends and has more bug bites than I ever could have imagined. Jane’s skin was perfect. Those midwestern girls with their humidity may be shiny at times but there’s nothing like skin that hasn’t been hit by the desert sun. In typical Jane fashion she talked a mile a minute about the other girls. They were from places like New Jersey …

I Dropped My Daughter off at the Airport and it was like… Nothing

Jane had a 6.30am flight this morning. She’s just arrived in the midwest for a week of rockclimbing, canoeing and camping with Outward Bound. She went last year and to say that it changed her life would be a gross understatement. The combination of sports and mountaineering has given Jane the ability to walk away from massive amounts of peer pressure to keep outside the fray when it comes to girl drama. So this morning I set my alarm clock for 4.15. I wanted to be up before Jane, have …

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 …

She Just Wasn’t My Dog but Jane is 100% My Daughter

Today was the first day of actual volleyball (don’t even ask me why I had to leave my house before dawn on Monday) so we scheduled a dinner on the hotel property. We thought driving the kids around Tempe might be a little bit much. When you walk from The Grand to Aunt Cheladas (could I make that name up?) there’s a golf course to cross and then a tiny bridge over a manmade canal. The girls were walking ahead of me and I was hanging back to have a …