When you live on a small island, you’re bound to find a myriad of quirky little wonders, and our island of Bainbridge is no exception.
A true mystery.
They call themselves “A School in The Woods.” In addition to all kinds of environmental education classes, seminars, and events, they also offer half-day Summer Camps for kids.
I’ll be honest. Coordinating camps like this into the summer schedule of a kid with two working parents is a tad daunting. It would be much more convenient to sign her up for something that runs 9 – 5, M – F and call it a day (literally, a day).
Instead, we decided that the benefits outweighed the hassle (we schlep her across the island to their camp, work until lunchtime, pick her back up, and take her to her little Montessori school camp, and pick her back up again at 5:00) and signed her up for a few of these this summer.
Here she is at drop-off, her first-day nerves showing through the smile she is certain she’s giving me. The camp let each child pick a stuffed “friend” out of a big bucket to be with them for the week.
This part was totally no big deal for two germaphobe parents. Nope. Not one bit. We were cool as cucumbers.
Here she is when we picked her up.
Poor thing, doesn’t she look miserable? I sure wish she had more fun. Total bust.
Oh, and you know that show “Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader”? Yeah, we have a version of that around here, too. Just replace “5th Grader” with “5-Year-Old”.
I guessed “rhino”. The 5-year-old guessed “deer.” I’ll leave it for you to decide who’s smarter. (Hint: it isn’t me.)
One of the many reasons we moved to this small community is that they have just that – A COMMUNITY. It’s filled with people who take pride in where they live, and look out for their environment – and each other.
Alright, I’ll admit there’s a downside: when you try to make a quick dash to the grocery store in your pink polka-dot pajamas, there’s a good chance you’ll run into someone you know and will be forced to divert your eyes and feign a hearing loss, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I love that Olivia has the chance to have experiences like this and we’re hopeful that when’s she’s grown, she will take pride in her community, too – wherever she may roam – and be an ambassador for this one precious planet we all get to share.*
*This concludes the public service announcement and crazy-run-on-sentence portion of this post.
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Speaking of getting outdoors, I had a 3-mile run on the books, and my supportive (albeit speedy) hub agreed to join me. I don’t know if I was just “on my game” or trying to be a big show-off in front of this cute guy I know, but I was lightning fast (relatively speaking, you know, when compared to a turtle):
Alright, fine. It was a really flat course, too. Don’t burst my bubble. I haven’t seen the south side of 30 minutes for a 3-mile run since I don’t know when.
OK, OK, so I scared all the ducks away with my heaving breathing, and I was constantly on the look out for a place to throw up or pass out, or both, but still.
I’d say I brought my A-game.
We ran at the aptly-named “Battle Point Park”. Yeah, there were Battles alright. At more than one Point. (Someone stop me! I’m on fire!)
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