2008
they don’t call us the marine girls, no
maura @ 9:52 pm
Yesterday was sort of a grumpy day. I’ve been rocking this head cold since the weekend, lots of drippy nose + sinus pain. Probably we shouldn’t have gone to Ikea on Saturday, but I needed (and got!) a chair and it was really cold and I felt too sick to ice skate (the original plan).
Wait, where was I? Oh yes, complaining. So yesterday morning it probably was not the best idea to stand outside in below freezing temperatures trying to sign Gus up for science camp. But that’s what I did. I got there 1/2 hour early and was #92 in line.
Yes, 92!!! And no, Gus did not get a spot. Apparently people at the beginning of the line had gotten there over an hour early (maybe even close to 2 hours early? though that could be a rumor). Between our normal morning routine and my illness I don’t think it would have even been possible for me to get out there that early. I kind of feel like it was a totally silly thing to do, to stand around all morning trying to score a spot at science camp. I guess I would have felt differently if I had managed to get Gus in.
I do feel a little sad, because the kid did love love LOVE science camp last summer. But it’s not like the alternative is bad: his other camp has swimming, the beach, field trips, the park, gymnastics, horseback riding, and loads of other camptastic goodness. I personally can’t remember anything from the summer I was 6 1/2 other than being pushed out the back door into the yard every morning, so I think he’s got it pretty good.
After the camp fiasco I went into the city for lunch with a friend, a trip which included a lovely subway over the Manhattan Bridge, treating me to vistas that I do sometimes miss. So the day got better.
