Friday, June 27, 2008
Week Three: Routine
This week saw the onset of some routine: normal chug schedules, regular perek zayin and night activities, a day off and some rain. Michal and Ben finally arrived to camp, remedying a very understaffed tzevet mayim. I actually left for my day off before they arrived camp, but because we (Hilary and I) were driving south, we were able to park on the grassy median of 23/441 to say hello. We had a quick catch-up and then each went our separate, opposite directions. Most unfortunately, we arrived too late to even order from Pita House, so we were forced into pareve for dinner. We had italian instead, watched the very funny people at neighboring tables and tried to guess the ethnicity of Dimar. The next day brought some Wii playing including wild experimentation with Super Mario Galaxy. After that, we met up with the Killips for a very pleasant burrito lunch. They are coming to camp for two weeks to teach, I am very much looking forward to that, as it will also signify that everyone who is arriving at camp will be here (Jason and Alli, now that the Kabatznikim are here). Edit: I have now learned that Matt Bar will also be teaching at camp for two weeks. While I do not know him nearly as well, I trust that hilarity will ensue.
After lunch, we departed for home, took a little detour in the direction of (but not to) the airport and wound up in Spaghetti Junction, the most delicious of all the junctions. Once we escaped Atlanta traffic, we took a pit stop near Gainesville, where I stepped in gum with my first step out of the car and Hilary bought me a Gainesville Times, under the impression that it was a new York Time (neither of us noticed that it cost 50 cents instead of $1.25).
We are now in the last full week of session alef, so chugim are winding up, thunderstorms are finally moving into camp, trips are being taken and the excitement is building for this year's explanation of how Yom Something is going to be canceled.
After lunch, we departed for home, took a little detour in the direction of (but not to) the airport and wound up in Spaghetti Junction, the most delicious of all the junctions. Once we escaped Atlanta traffic, we took a pit stop near Gainesville, where I stepped in gum with my first step out of the car and Hilary bought me a Gainesville Times, under the impression that it was a new York Time (neither of us noticed that it cost 50 cents instead of $1.25).
We are now in the last full week of session alef, so chugim are winding up, thunderstorms are finally moving into camp, trips are being taken and the excitement is building for this year's explanation of how Yom Something is going to be canceled.