I just saw a picture on the e-camp website of my son on his first day of camp and I’m pretty sure he is having an awful time and I better go get him. He looks miserable. I feel miserable. It was a bad decision. I should have listened when he said he’d rather go to camp in the city. “Don’t they have camps teaching kids how to live in a big city?” he asked. “Like, today, we’re going to work on hailing a cab. And we can stay in dorm rooms on college campuses instead of cabins.”
Actually, he has it all figured out. He wants to start a city camp kind of like the game of Sims if you know anything about that. Everyone gets a certain amount of “money” to manage. They must learn to budget it wisely and then figure out ways to bring in more income. Or, if they blow it all too fast, they end up sleeping on the proverbial bench. Yep, you’ll have to ask him about it. That’s what he wants to do next year. Leave the nature camps for his sister, he says. He’ll take the city any day.
So in the meantime he’s stuck in the woods for two weeks. Without gel. Without his iPod. WITHOUT HIS CELLPHONE for crying out loud. The kid is probably going insane. He might be drooling and mumbling incoherently about now.
I better call the counselors and tell them to give him a little fix. Just hook him up to something electronic for a wee bit, to wean him slowly rather than cold turkey. We should have weaned him before going. I didn’t think of that, dadgumit.
Oh well, I’m going to go eat my birthday dinner, in air conditioning. I’ll see about checking on Zach tomorrow.