Monday, July 20, 2009

Camp Nesting Ground

I just looked briefly at my archives, and I cannot believe I've been blogging here for almost six years. And...that's all I have to say about that.

I am feeling good, lovely people. I am feeling good and healthy and happy and thankful for all that my body does for me when it is those things. I wanted to spend my frenetic energy on personal stuff, but that hardly seemed fair to my neglected children, so instead I packed last week full of activities that would make up for the four dismal weeks that preceded it. Last week was, in fact, Camp Nesting Ground. Let me reproduce for you our impressive schedule of events:

MONDAY:
- private ceramics class kindly orchestrated by fabulous pal J.
- perusal and purchase of little things at DAISO Japan, where Lea claims they "play the worst music evah"
- harmless lunch at Elephant Bar
- long and hilarious visit with other pal J. and family. Tsismis for the adults, play for the kids
- home for library book reading session

TUESDAY:
- ladies lunch
- Cheeky Monkey Toys (browsing ONLY)
- Kepler's for many, many, many books
- Cold Stone Creamery
- home for reading

WEDNESDAY:
- Japantown for lunch
- Kinokuniya Bookstore
- Kinoykuniya Stationery Store
- home for reading and turning of cartwheels

THURSDAY
- extraordinarily long afternoon at Ryder Park, at which water shoots up into the air intermittently and all the kids scream "WATER!" like they didn't know it was gonna happen.
- Dance class
- home for reading and demonstration of dance class combinations

FRIDAY
- the Ferry Building!
- lunch with the SU at The Slanted Door, where the girls were mesmerized by the restrooms
- ice cream & sorbet with Sunny at Ciao Bella!
- book shopping at The Book Passage
- home for reading

SATURDAY
- the SU took charge of camp on this day, bustling them off to the farmer's market and whatnot

SUNDAY
- back to the Shoreline area, where I walked and they rode their scooters. Afterwards, much scuttling about over rocks to find clam shells.
- home, where they disappeared for two hours and then re-emerged having choreographed a performance to Sting's "Desert Rose" (I SWEAR TO GOD). Vida prefaced it thus: "We will not be taking questions until after the performance. Okay: once in the land of India, a princess watched as her two servants danced. She grew so bored that she decided to join them! Thank you for watching!" I have to say that while still utterly dismal, this was by far their best performance in this particular genre. They turned about 700 cartwheels.

Which brings us to today, Monday. A few hours ago, I slathered them in sunblock and dropped them off at an actual camp. It was so beautiful, I almost wanted to stay:


Key word: almost. Silly rabbits, you know your Nesting Ground Mistress is terrified of nature.

7 comments:

Jill said...

Can I come to Camp Nesting Ground next week? I like Japanese food, ice cream and bookstores...

ver said...

For you, I will add bowling and shoe shopping!

Suz said...

can I come?? I will sing a song...

xo

ver said...

Yes, yes, we have a few spots left. Singing was entirely missing (well, does singing in the car count?) from the curriculum, so you will make an excellent addition. We should also add baking...

Shuboy said...

you realize that an offer of singing from Suz is like Paula Dean offering to make you pot roast...

ver said...

What—she slathers herself in two pounds of butter beforehand?! More like sugar, what with that sweet singing voice...

Suz said...

you are the sweetest, Piglet.

xo

PS
okay now I MUST go warm up (and do something with butter and sugar)...feeling a little pressure. No wait....that's baking!!