Wednesday, July 06, 2011


We're getting ready to head north for our annual camping trip.  JT's gotten his summer flea-and-tick haircut.  Last week, I ordered up his annual pair of outdoor sandals.  Keens, of course.  They are waterproof, durable, and can be consigned to the dishwasher if they need a thorough cleaning.  They belong to an 11 year old boy, by the way, so a thorough cleaning is often required.  This year's pair are men's size 9.5, a sure sign that time is marching on with a pace I find awfully quick. 
Around the same time, a  friend happened to pull out her pocket knife for a quick task.   JT was transfixed.  Could it be I was planning to take him out to the wilderness sans pocketknife?  No.  Emphatically no.  He is now the proud owner of a 13-function tool.  He used it to liberate the Keens.  I'm confident that he has elaborate fantasies of the many ways this knife will come in handy while we're at camp.
Wildlife need not be afraid, however, as I've laid in a supply of cheetohs and M&Ms.  We may be living outdoors, but that's no reason to give up all the pleasures of civilization.

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