The misty fog this morning was heavier than usual. It was a warm mist, pretty much as East-Coasty as it ever gets around here. A little less moisture and I would've called it earthquake weather. Grey, pinkish and warm.
The kiddo and I walked to day camp with the dogs--such a nice treat! During the school year, our drive is 20 minutes through the morning rush hour. It certainly isn't horrible...other than it being the opposite direction of my final destination-the office. We listen to the radio and discuss how music from the 1920's and 30's influenced music in the 1960's, sometimes we talk about what constitutes polite driving and how we can learn to be patient and not get fed up so quickly with rest of the horrible, terrifying cars on the road. But walking to our local park for day camp is a major upgrade. Happy dogs, happy kid, happy mommy.
Our local municipal day camp is exactly what I remember loving about day camp when I was a kid. Playing with new and old friends, being supervised by teenagers, and getting absolutely filthy. For eight glorious weeks, just lanyards, sidewalk chalk, and snack crackers.
And Stratego. Of course.