Archive for February, 2012


Every now and then I’ll see some kind of advertisement about sending kids to a Sleepaway Camp for a couple of weeks during the summer.When I see those advertisements, I start to remember the one and only sleepaway camp that I went to as a child. My parents wanted to go on a brief vacation without the kids, and they signed us all up to go to a camp that was out in the country somewhere. I don’t even know where it was. I just remember my mother taking us to a church and dropping us off with sleeping bags and suitcases and being told we were being sent to a sleepaway camp for two weeks.

I was only nine years old at the time, and I guess I really didn’t care too much, as long as I had my two sisters with me. It was a co-ed camp and we all slept on the floor of a really big tent, with a flap that separated the boys from the girls. The camp was being run by a husband and wife team and they also slept in the tent, but they had an air mattress to sleep on!

We swam and bathed in a nearby stream, had to use outhouses, and tried our hands at archery. There was one day when we were led around on a small pony. I remember that there was a building that was the food hall and we were served three meals a day. To be perfectly honest I really don’t remember very much about that camp other than the fact that I really hated sleeping on the wood floor with only a sleeping bag for cushioning!

When my sons were younger I sent away for Camp Information for the various nearby camps to see if I could find one that they would enjoy attending. I was hoping to find a fun camp that would provide them with some positive experiences in their youth. When I talked with them about it they were adamant that they only wanted to go to day camp so that they could come home every night. They were having trouble with bullying and did not want to chance having bully problems at sleepaway camp as well. I really can’t say that I blame them for that, so we settled for day camp for their summers.

For several years the only thing I would drink through out the day was just plain tap water. With the exception of one cup of tea in the morning, just plain old water. Then one day, out of the blue, every time I would drink plain water I would become nauseous. I remember a long time ago being told by a doctor that just plain water is hard on the stomach, and I know that I have a couple of hiatal hernias and GERD. Now I try to drink Crystal Light or the generic store brand version. The flavor is nice and it quenches my thirst without upsetting my stomach. I just wish that I could still drink plain water, though. I don’t enjoy having to spend money to flavor, but I don’t feel as if I have a choice in the matter anymore.

Marsha came into the store today and asked us if we will be able to do a refill for three months for her instead of her usual thirty days in May. She was so excited because she has been accepted into an internship with a company that is going to involve her living in Scotland for the summer. So she is trying to figure out what she is going to have to do in order to get ready; she does not want any snags to hold her back at the last minute.

She was telling us that she has already started looking online for some flats to rent on a month to month basis while she is there. She hasn’t quite decided between flats for rent in Glasgow and flats for rent in Edinburgh. Although the company is in Edinburgh, she says that she has some friends in Glasgow and is thinking that she would actually like to stay close to her friends so they can socialize after work.

Whatever she decides to do, I hope she has a great time and a safe trip.

What did you do with your extra day? For me it was just another work day, nothing special. I had ordered some frog jewelry online a couple of weeks ago because I wanted to wear frogs to work on Leap Day just for a little fun conversation starter for my customers. Sadly the jewelry has not arrived in time for me to be able to do that :( . So now I hope that I’ll be able to find a different time/event to wear it. Maybe the next time that I go to church. I wonder how many people in church would even notice it and comment on it.

When I lived in New England my next door neighbor was what a lot of folks up there called “a granola.” The first time I met her she was knocking on my door to ask me about my advice as to whether she and her husband should buy the property next door.

They ended up buying the property and building a small house. And by that I mean that they literally built it themselves, a little bit at a time. They put an outhouse behind the house and they had a hand pump in the kitchen to bring water in from their dug well.

She was a stay at home mother, and for a couple of years she babysat one of my sons. My son loved being there; they had a pony that they used to haul logs from the woods behind their house, they built a chicken coop in the back yard and had several chickens. I remember one time going to pick my son up on my way home from work and they were all showing me the eggs that they were incubating and they were just starting to hatch.

That’s the closest I had ever come to learning first hand about chickens and hatcheries and my first experience ever going into a chicken coop.

Lately my hubby has been talking about buying a hatchery or two and raising chickens here at our place, but I have several misgivings about it. There are a lot of foxes in the area, and I have a feeling that the chickens won’t have a snowball’s chance in Hades to survive.