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Today we ran up to Walmart to get those last couple things we needed for camp, and then I stopped next door at Payless to get sneakers (the last pair of sneakers I finally threw out last year after three years of Camp Yeshua and a year of blisters). So now I could say that I really am ready. It’s four days until camp by James’ count (it’s a week away by the calendar, six days because the sun has gone down, and down to four days because James comes here two days before camp). I’m certainly ready!
It’s all I can do to keep my suitcase under the bed!
Dearma got here on Thursday, so she’s been here for a little while now. It’s fun having someone else in the house (not because Abby’s stuck in my room and I’m stuck going online in the kitchen) because your whole routine changes. It’s easy to see all of the stupid things your family does when it’s in its comfort zone and change those things. I guess that doesn’t really make sense, does it?
Of course, things that are minor when it’s just the six of us seem absurd when you throw another person in the mix. Like, some small family squabble that will blow over within the hour seem traumatizing to guests… even if they’re family or best friends!
I should check in here before camp, so don’t worry. And of course when I get back I’ll have a novel to deliver!!
… that the only person who leaves comments now is anonymous, and who leaves longer comments than my posts. I must revolt. After I finish her letter.
Anyhow, I was goofing around online one day in the semi-recent past, and I came across an interesting phenomenon. A lot of people say that there are so-called subliminal messages in songs, and that some of them come out by playing a song backwards. Kind of crazy sounding, but sometimes it’s quite convincing. An example would be the song by “Queen”… (more…)
Yes, I am alive. Seventeen days until camp, and I am most certainly excited. On the twenty-second, Dearma is coming for a few weeks… and then sometime the weekend of camp, James is coming as well. It’s going to be quite the, uh, party.
Anyhow, I updated the site layout for a rather selfish reason. I figure after camp, more people will be coming to CYF, so therefore more people may come to my site, and I didn’t want it looking thrown together. What do you think?
Over and out… I promise I’ll update more so my anonymous commenter has something nice to do with her time!
Happy Shavuot!! According to our calendar, we celebrated Shavuot today. Since we’ve “officially” left our congregation, we didn’t really want to go to Thunderbird with them. During the summer we go up to Bell Cow Lake in Chandler to go swimming and have a nice afternoon. When we were trying to figure out where to go for Shavuot, one of my parents commented, “it’s a shame B’nai Shalom has claim to Chandler.”
We realized then that they really only have a pavilion. There’s plenty of other people there as well. And besides, since we’re not attending Beit Yeshua anymore, that doesn’t make us the B’nai Shalom pariahs anymore, doesn’t it? So we went up to Bell Cow today for Shavuot.
Because of timing, positioning, and a cloud of nasty bugs, we ended up not even encountering any of the B’nai people (which is a shame because I missed Becky and Lisa… hence the title of this post). We did, however, casually walk up to the other bathrooms just to see if we could cause any cases of whiplash, and ended up waving to Beth.
All in all, not a bad day (minus the sore throat I’ve had the past couple days due to dehydration), but still, near misses stink.