Camp Shalagh Began

So far we’re having a happenin’ summer. There have been parties and pools and outings. And the real camps have yet to begin. My new jobs as cruise director and camp counselor are cramping my post deliveries. I’m doing pretty well at everything else but.

This past week, my life-long friend and soul-sister Sarah and her son Charlie came to visit us. Camp Shalagh began. Sarah and I met over forty years ago when I fell off her pier near Annapolis, MD, and busted my lip open. We journeyed to her old house to see this place and took our kids.

Rock Stars

Lace cap hydrangea and lady roses

Her son is slightly older than my son so he had to put up with a little shadowing. I’d brought a sacrifice to the alter of friendship and it had been accepted. They played on the playground she did when she was little. We had lunch at the Double T diner. We all got along despite the attempted whining on their part. We just wined later.

We enjoyed lots of hours on my back porch in the beautiful weather chatting and sipping Pinot Grigio. Our kids caught fireflies, talked about Greek mythology, hit golf balls at the house, played rock star in the garage, and threw rocks in the mud of the low tide river. We chilled, grilled, and enjoyed the visit. Because that’s what vacationing and summer is all about. Being not doing.

Chillin’ at the art gallery

Huge thanks to Sarah for the forethought of the visit and setting a spell with me and mine. Calendars have also been synchronized for the rest of the summer’s fun including a Williamsburg trip and a beach trip. I’m setting it in place and then enjoying the ride. Next year, I’ll make sure to have my posts stockpiled for you amusement. Enjoy the pictures and your Fourth of July.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.


November, oops, December First

Ice cream for no scream

Dearest Readers,

I doubt you are there because I’m a bad frog and haven’t done my due diligence to earn you. But like exercise without results, we still keep working out.

The top two mean things I did to my kid in the past seven days?  Had a tooth pulled from my child’s innocent face and made him go get a Hep B shot. Oh, he stalled with multiple questions and said he’d be OK if we left without the shot. But again, his anticipation of the thing was worse than the thing. I’m seeing a familiar pattern. As promised, we first went to the Chicken-Fillet next door and fed our faces with waffle fries. He received a scratch on his face from a wild three year old in the play area. And then we were off to the Farm Store for his much promised ice cream.

Me and My Christmas Tree

And then it was off to finish the tree at the UUFE. It’s a pretty dandy effort if you ask me. It’s kind of a red hat society color scheme with silver and aqua added in to throw you off. I don’t subscribe to the mandatory post-Thanksgiving commando Christmas ethics at home.   I won’t have finished my tree until 10 days out. It will have a better chance of not being too crispy that way. But the public venues require my services beforehand. So I oblige.

On Saturday, we’re off on a bus trip to NYC. I’m pressing my nose against the shop windows. Mark has to see ground zero. Eamon doesn’t know what he’ll see. Maybe the city itself will impress him. I’ve never seen the tree in Rock center because I’ve never been to NYC. Wish us luck.

My First Grader’s First Day

Say goodbye to kindergarten, here comes first grade. We already knew Mr. Green’s bus would come at 8:25. It’s still peanut butter and jelly for lunch every day. Except for Friday when it’s pizza day.  I was freed to spend all day doing whatever I wanted to. I decorated and created and dyed my hair and caulked and went to the gym and sanded chairs. And when Eamon got home, he didn’t have that edge that he had last year that I felt I had to coddle and worry over.Yes he was hungry but his sense of humor was still intact. He wanted to return immediately to school and do it all over again, bless his heart. He’s big now, soon to be even bigger.

My Son’s Love Boat Summer

The Master Caster

Hi, I’m Julie my son’s cruise director for the summer’s Love Boat. As my son’s summer scheduler, I made sure that he had the kick ass summer he should have before first grade. Legendary? Yes. He got to experience all of the ego boosting activities kids are supposed to experience.

Recap. We spent a week at the beach making sand castles and daring waves to dump us. He learned to swim and put his head under water in the last hour there. He went fishin’ and watched two fireworks displays. He has a front tooth with an official wiggle. The boy learned to ride a bike well. He’s begun to read because he’s compelled by his curiosity. He mastered Foosball and all sorts of stuff on Wee Sport Resort. He kissed a girl at Y camp. He performed onstage, rode a pony, and spent a week programming computer characters. And he had his own special day in the middle of August. Come on. If that doesn’t sound like the best summer for a six year old, then someone’s an overachiever besides me.

We are their mirrors and the masters of their destinies in many ways. I couldn’t have done any better by him. And I don’t need him to be anything more than happy. Happiness is a gift you give yourself…through your child’s esteem.