I found this week's program in a centerfold in a doctor's office. For perhaps the fifth time in my life I desecrated a magazine and brought home the pullout. Drama camp, put on by a local theater company, using a facility in the National Park. Laura has hemmed and hawed and eventually been too shy to join drama club at school. She jumped at this.
She's been packed for more than a week. Emily says she's never been away to a camp before, and for openers she selected a week with total strangers. I've now experienced palpable anticipation. This quiet little thing with the business like manner told me this week, on our way to the post office for ten more international stamps, she is very excited, and there probably will be a letter from her pen pal on return; best to be prepared for that, too.
We all knew she was fit to bust a seam. The camp is possibly fifteen minutes from here; check-in at 3:30. I said we'd leave at 3:15, and surely be the first family there. At 3:04 she was under my shoulder, so how could I not bring the car up.
Had she needed more I'm sure she would shoulder it, too.
Not the first to arrive.
Lice check line.
Dormitory. Oh, yes. See you Friday.