Editor’s Note: My parents take all their grandchildren for a week every summer for a hedonistic weekend called Camp Gramp. It includes Lucky Charms, adventures, tents and connection with family. We parental units are released on our own recognizance, and my mother sends out updates to assure us we can continue to ignore our progeny happily. I repost her updates, when I’m not on Mt. Rainier. Here’s the first.
Camp Gramp! Day One
It is a miracle! The children are nestled all snug in their beds — I can’t vouch for what is dancing around in their heads, but they all seem to be asleep without the usual 13 trips to remind them that tomorrow is another day. This could be because the Flynn crew were up early this morning. However it happened, it has been a good start.
Camp Gramp t-shirts are all tie dyed and tucked in their plastic bags for a night of getting more intense.
The tents are all up. The kids are getting to be a much better help in that capacity.
Much laughing and giggling and “Let’s pretending” has already gone on.
On the down side, poor Papapa has pneumonia and is feeling far from well. Hopefully his medicine will kick in soon. It is discouraging to feel worse after the doctor.
Brenda and Adam are going tomorrow morning to try for camping spots for Mt. Rainier.
I am headed for bed. My day hasn’t been quite as long, but it has been busy, and those kids are getting a head start on me.
I promise to get out the camera tomorrow.
My Truant Pen 