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Book Camp, Day 0

Welcome to Book Camp 2020!! Our theme, which the campers have only partially known for weeks: A, B, C, Ps. But we also refer to it as quarantine camp, since our campers and I have been quarantined for two weeks before today. Now it’s masks off and time to party work!

For the uninitiated, Book Camp is a camp I host at my home in the summer for my three boys and two nieces during which we study storytelling, craft, books, and adaptations, as well as life and race and gender and equity and whatever else comes up. The world tends to give us plenty to discuss. Sometimes it is short–last year we had four full days. Sometimes it is long–this year we have twelve full days!

A few years ago we added a fort. The first fort was a bit of a lean-to. Last year, it became a structure. This year, we’ve installed some improvements: LED lights, back rails, refrigerator, floor pillows (Target has so many designs and they are amazing!), fort friends. And by we I mean my lovely husband, obviously.

Last year we added a prompt jar–a jar full of random words we draw out each morning to kickstart our writing. This year, we will each write six-sentence stories using the words drawn every day.

We began a new registration this year in which each person had temperature checks and ear checks. Why ears? Because my sister is a doctor and she can get that wax out, that’s why. The kids signed up for their individual times to play instruments, to fulfill their group write obligation, to be first player on the X-Box, to have one-on-one time with me, and help with lunches and suppers. They checked in their devices and instruments and bikes and games and snacks. We’re going to have a ton of evening innings this year, as outings are, well, out.

Generally on this blog, you know my children as Eldest, Middling, and Third. My nieces have been known by various code names. This year, I’m using the snack they brought to share to identify them, so from oldest to youngest we have: Wasabi, Figgy, Cheese Ball, Cheeze Ball, and Twiz.

The other official acts today: welcome gifts, rules reading, camp format reveal, group write framework, first assignment receipt, fort tour, and special note-giving.

Lights out isn’t for another 4.5 hours, and the X-Box is barely warm. But in a little bit, the assistant director (aka lovely husband) will serve us his famous french toast and we will tuck in with a cool and cozy inning, away from the massive heat outdoors and the masking constraints further afield.

If you have followed this blog, you may be wondering how on earth this two-week camp will work with my work. There are several key factors: 1) the kids are ages 12-15 and all that that implies; 2) this ain’t our first rodeo; 3) my teleworking means I’m close enough if needed throughout business hours; 4) the kids’ structured independent and group scheduling throughout business hours means I’m not on book-camp time; 5) well-designed rules, particularly concerning the office; and 6) book camp intensives before and after working hours.

It should be a singular book camp for all the reasons. In a time when kids have lost a lot–friend time, overnight camps, day camps, vacations, freedom, closeness, etc–it feels awesome to provide something they have anticipated with tremendous joy. As Figgy said while walking through the house, “This is gonna be a GREAT Book Camp!”

The big blue book of assignments

P.S. I got a whistle, a megaphone, and a personal air purifier. My camper-parents are the best! Without their support, this annual event could not happen. Thank you!!

P.P.S. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Any brand names appearing in this blog are trademarks of the companies that own those trademarks. The appearance of any product does not imply endorsement and none of it is paid placement, though if anybody wants to pay me to place megaphones, Pillow Fort, or Cheese Balls on this site, you know where to find me!

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The Disappearance

It was nearing Christmas and I had raging double ear infections. I left my house the night before to go for a walk as everyone slept. It wasn’t until the next day I thought how supremely foolish it might be to walk out with no one knowing. Yet the night sky and earth were their own peace.


The Disappearance

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, December 20, 2010 at 12:35pm

The silver night clings to my exposed flesh, damp as it is from the heat of my slumber, and I peel away the garments that hold the night sweat near, bringing new and unabashed chill. The household is quiet, and I pull a fresh robe around my aching body as I step silently toward the back door. I am both compelled to leave this sanctuary and drawn out into the night beyond; thus it is with a self-satisfying thrill that I turn the knob and enter the world.

Tendrils of damp hair curse my neck and shoulders with an audacity rarely encountered, but I do not retreat. Intoxicated with the knowledge of my own walk, I breathe in shallow plumes that precede me as my only guard.

Such is the disappearance of normalcy.

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