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catastrophyGenCon and Muskegon camping fell on the same weekend this year. Kent wanted me to come to the con, of course, since he was going. But I'd planned on camping before everybody and their gaming buddies decided to hound me about the con. I rrrreally hope the two don't overlap next year or I'll have an ugly decision in front of me. "But it's just camping??" you say? True, but it's camping that I've been doing with my family literally since I was in the womb. Also, homemade blueberry pancake breakfast. Burping and getting it blamed on other (larger, male) kids. Building sandcastles. There's the getting eaten alive by mosquitos.... but mostly, it's great fun just the same as when I was little. Only now all the kids like me are grown up, and all the kids are the kids' kids.
Arrived Thursday, lost most of the day and evening to a good fantasy novel next to the fire, and a throbbing, horrid, sinus headache. Crawled into bed with Sean and Sara (on the fold-out couch in Nina's 31-foot camper, sweetness) and had to fight for the covers a couple times, but felt better Friday. I went down to the beach, sunbathed, helped carry things, but otherwise kept a low profile, though I did drag myself down to see sunset on the beach. Saturday morning there was the traditional multi-camp multi-family pitch-in breakfast. Fabulous as always, and since Gramma Emerson, Aunt Pat, and Uncle Tom & Kristie came along camping this year, they got to see what it was all about. Kristen and Kevin left midday Saturday, begging off to the same cold that I have, and I stayed since Nina had room and I eventually hitched a ride back to Indy with the Leathermanns Sunday.
I'll have to trade my camp stories for Kent's con stories, and hope the scheduling gods are merciful next year.
Pics on the fb.
Arrived Thursday, lost most of the day and evening to a good fantasy novel next to the fire, and a throbbing, horrid, sinus headache. Crawled into bed with Sean and Sara (on the fold-out couch in Nina's 31-foot camper, sweetness) and had to fight for the covers a couple times, but felt better Friday. I went down to the beach, sunbathed, helped carry things, but otherwise kept a low profile, though I did drag myself down to see sunset on the beach. Saturday morning there was the traditional multi-camp multi-family pitch-in breakfast. Fabulous as always, and since Gramma Emerson, Aunt Pat, and Uncle Tom & Kristie came along camping this year, they got to see what it was all about. Kristen and Kevin left midday Saturday, begging off to the same cold that I have, and I stayed since Nina had room and I eventually hitched a ride back to Indy with the Leathermanns Sunday.
I'll have to trade my camp stories for Kent's con stories, and hope the scheduling gods are merciful next year.
Pics on the fb.
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Date: 2010-08-09 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-09 02:23 pm (UTC)The pain...
we'd never work.
I still miss you.
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Date: 2010-10-22 05:29 am (UTC)That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true realities
And keep calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me