Fun at camp

I saw my dad today, their anniversary never came up in conversation, and, we were with other people, so I left it alone.

Never fear, though, we are going on vacation soon, and, I will have all the time in the world to talk about it if he wants. It’ll be our first family vacation without my mother, and, it falls right before the anniversary of her death, so, we’ll see.

We went to camp to visit my daughter today. She’s at the same camp I attended, and, this year she’s in the same cabin I was in 30 years ago at her very age.

My dad hasn’t been to camp in many years, so, I think he had fun. OK, he had fun other than the part where he slipped on some stairs in the rain.

I guess he’s OK. You know him by now, I’m not sure how I’d know if he wasn’t OK.

Anyway, he enjoyed me telling him that my first memory of going there was when they were dropping me off when I was 9, and, we were going down the road to the lake.

That journey takes you past a small pond that’s full of growth before you get to the lake. Both my parents tried to tell me that pond was the lake where I’d be swimming.

Everyone’s a comedian, eh?

He was still laughing about that when I talked to him this evening.