The young miss finishes up her camp experience today. (That’s her on the left with the dog … or is it a wolf?) We’ll be leaving in about an hour for the Twin Cities to intercept the return bus at the hotel. The original plan had been to get up really early today and get to the zoo at the opening of the gates, but for some reason, getting to sleep last night was troublesome for both of us.
It has been a quiet week around the house. My wife and I have enjoyed some quality time. Sometimes we’ve vacationed during the camp days. One year, it was a lucky thing for our daughter. When we were unloading the car at our motel, the conversation went, “This isn’t my suitcase; is it yours?” Then it was a six-hour both-ways drive from Duluth to deposit part of her week’s wardrobe.
The camp has been posting hundreds of pictures. Lots from some dress-up dance they had one night. You know, I find I’m not as nervous about things like that now that adolescence is here. We’ve raised a good girl who should have fun with her friends. One more thread of the apron strings getting unravelled. Sigh.