Good intentions went to hell in a handbasket today and the kids completely left me stranded in favor of their new found friends. A cat named "bud", a throng of kids camping on fall break here at Lakeside. I had a wonderful morning planned with homework and reading that would cresendo into a canoe rental at the near by activity center. Clearly, that didn't happen.
The kids were off and running or rather, biking, to the playground to meet who ever should be there. A bandit named Bryce came in from the trees with a bandana covering his mug and a toy gun. Allie and her little friend, Lily, retreated into the treehouse to keep the fires burning, while Jay and Jack chased him with thier more primative stick guns. On and on it went, for over an hour. Duck and cover, no-I-got-you, you're-dead being called at top of full lungs. Good times.
Then Bryce took them off to the woods and together the posse caught a garden snake. It was more exciting that Christmas in those trees as I heard squeals, laughter and 8 kids having a most wonderful afternoon. I was able to enjoy it all from my mother's perch in the rocking chair on the porch of the main office, a vintage cabin with sod roof.
Around 3, I set off on my bike for milk. Gotta have milk for tomorrow morning. Two miles from camp I came to the only game in town, a Chevron station. I knew I would not be able to carry a 2 gallon milk jug on the bike with any hope of grace, I opted for the $1.49
16 ounce deals. I bought 2. I certainly did not plan to return to camp after a 4 mile bike ride with 2 puny milk jugs, so I bought a 24 ounce light golden Corona for dinner, as well, to balance the plastic bags on my bike. What a sight I must have been, careening down the road in the bike lane with that stupid corona glass bottle swinging like a pedulum and banging against the frame of my bike.
Now, I feel my transformation is complete. According to my husband, all I need is a pack or two of cigarette's and there will be no stopping me. Dog tied out front, beer from the local gas station, kids running loose with toy guns, I have become a trailer park babe. I have found my people. I am home.
Off to the Halloween Cruise at the park next door. Pumpkins lit, scary stories await us a we float down the river on a little boat.
The kids were off and running or rather, biking, to the playground to meet who ever should be there. A bandit named Bryce came in from the trees with a bandana covering his mug and a toy gun. Allie and her little friend, Lily, retreated into the treehouse to keep the fires burning, while Jay and Jack chased him with thier more primative stick guns. On and on it went, for over an hour. Duck and cover, no-I-got-you, you're-dead being called at top of full lungs. Good times.
Then Bryce took them off to the woods and together the posse caught a garden snake. It was more exciting that Christmas in those trees as I heard squeals, laughter and 8 kids having a most wonderful afternoon. I was able to enjoy it all from my mother's perch in the rocking chair on the porch of the main office, a vintage cabin with sod roof.
Around 3, I set off on my bike for milk. Gotta have milk for tomorrow morning. Two miles from camp I came to the only game in town, a Chevron station. I knew I would not be able to carry a 2 gallon milk jug on the bike with any hope of grace, I opted for the $1.49
16 ounce deals. I bought 2. I certainly did not plan to return to camp after a 4 mile bike ride with 2 puny milk jugs, so I bought a 24 ounce light golden Corona for dinner, as well, to balance the plastic bags on my bike. What a sight I must have been, careening down the road in the bike lane with that stupid corona glass bottle swinging like a pedulum and banging against the frame of my bike.
Now, I feel my transformation is complete. According to my husband, all I need is a pack or two of cigarette's and there will be no stopping me. Dog tied out front, beer from the local gas station, kids running loose with toy guns, I have become a trailer park babe. I have found my people. I am home.
Off to the Halloween Cruise at the park next door. Pumpkins lit, scary stories await us a we float down the river on a little boat.
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