Camp time

School's out, and now it's camp time, which, as we now have learned, is just another way to outsource child care. On the one hand.

On the other, looking down over Hamilton Street at the Y, I see bunches of campgoers clustered in the shade of the trees around the basketball court. It's a nice day, mild and breezy, they're having some kind of water-related fun. I assume there's some sense of wonder left to camp, even if there are no farm animals or their droppings or nice natural place to swim, the kind of stuff we took for granted back in the day.

And Natalie's off to kindergarten orientation this week. If they don't keep her out because of her now-abated encounter with Fifth's disease, or "Slapped-face syndrome," (no, I didn't) which Mary so adeptly diagnosed. They had better not. It be too sad to miss orientation. I'm excited already.

Tonight, more Mary Poppins.