Some of you are wondering whatever happened to Camp Klein. I realize that in our excitement over our impending trip to Chicago, I had neglected to fill you in on the details of our last week.
Highlights included:
*Dina taking a day off from camp to babysit her little cousin Finn. She took her hard earned $5 and…bought a Subway sandwich. She claims that it was a tastiest sandwich she’s ever eaten. Ahhh…isn’t the fruit of one’s labor always the sweetest? Even if that fruit is low-quality roast beef.
*A hike up the famous Great Blue Hill Trail. It was rough going,
but we made it to summit and back, a glorious achievement. Next hike: K2.
*Bowling Day was our last excursion. In two games, Bassie emerged the victor by 2 points, although it is worth noting that she did use bumpers, so my self esteem didn’t suffer too horribly at the loss.
Action Shot!
*Last Friday was our Farewell Day. We made scrapbooks of all of our memories and had a friendship circle where we shared our favorite times from camp. Luckily, we all swapped addresses and phone numbers so we can keep in touch during the school year.
I can honestly say that, going into this month, I was really nervous about whether I could keep up with entertaining and educational programming for four weeks, whether the girls would make it through a whole month with pretty much only each other and me as daily companions, whether the whole thing wouldn’t just peter out and end up in three weeks of Movie Days. But I have to say, this was one of the most fun experiences I’ve ever had, and such a wonderful and special time to have with the girls, especially because very soon they will not want to be seen with me in public. Sure we slept in until 10:30 when we meant to wake up at 9. Sure the girls had some knock-down-drag-out fights that may or may not have resulted in me turning around from the driver’s seat to tell them to “quit their bitching”, after which a discussion about whether I had just used a swear with them or whether the word, when used as a gerund, is merely slang and thereby not directly derisive (a debate that they’ll no doubt take up with their therapists at a later date). But, seriously, we had a great time. So great that Bassie thinks we should offer spots to other kids for Camp Klein 2011.
Gulp. Anyway, here’s some merch to tide you over until then.
Now the girls are in Chicago visiting Bubbie and Zaide and Gramma and Grampa (and soon Uncle Matt and Jazzy and Paul and Josie and Aunt Elisa and Uncle Pat and Uncle Mike). As I type, they are with Bubbie at Legoland. Don’t worry, I didn’t get left out. I chose to stay behind so that I could go to Tre Kroner for lunch. CINNAMON ROLLS! QUICHE! Honestly, I don’t recommend anyone go there unless he is prepared to forever have the IKEA cafeteria pale in comparison. Yosef, I am sorry I went there without you. But I am fully prepared to return for more quiche when you arrive next Friday.
