Thursday, June 26, 2008

Get a life, make a life

Okay, I've been meaning to get this off my chest for a while now: Martha, get a life! I mean really. Is it the same for you, just the constant stream of email from Martha and her minions? The barrage is endless, it seems, and what's pathetic is that she's peddling the same old, same old. I mean come on already Marth -- these same projects have been in your magazines for what, now, 10 years? Longer? You don't need to email me several times a day, and you do need to come up with some fresh material. Or I'm cutting you out of my in-box. There. I've said it. We'll move on.

Dean and I had a fabulous time at our local zoo yesterday. I especially love our zoo because you can be so close, and interact so directly with so many of the animals. We fed the deer, and
the goats, and
Dean rode the camel. We decided the line to ride the elephant was too long, and Dean's getting too heavy to do the pony rides anymore. We missed the dog show but Dean will catch it week after next, when he spends the week at zoo camp.
And hey -- I said "camp!" So you know what that means! I didn't exactly have permission from Leo (front and center standing, in green shirt on the left), but I couldn't resist sharing a 30+ year-old photo of the camp counselor who found me after all these years.
Tracer, here playing her guitar, was the arts and crafts specialist for a couple of my Juniper Knoll years. We sang constantly. Constantly! And it is handy to know a song for just about any occasion.

1 comment:

Jess said...

I'm enjoying your recounting of your enjoyment of summer camp. I hope that when the time comes, you'll help me find a place for Franny and Henry that seems to stand a good chance of recreating that same experience. You'll have been through it with Dean by then and will have all the info. So, put that on your to-do list for, say, spring of 2014?

My experience with camp was far different. My parents sent me to a Christian athletic camp called (then) Kanakomo. (I believe both camps are now simply called Kanakuk, which was the name of the boys' camp when I was there.) Problem was I was neither athletic nor religious in that particular way. I did not like it, and then they sent me back!

A few years later they did send me to a more suitable camp, and I have seriously great memories of that, though not particularly formative and wholesome like yours.