Camp

Kate was up at the crackers of dawn because she was so excited and so we arrived at Lincoln Center to hook up with the Maine bound bus far too early. Next year I'm just not going to spend time dodging huge trunks, crying children and peeing dogs. Of course while I'm not a crying child, I'm a slighly weepy mom. So boring but Kate has the right approach with me and just tells me a joke which makes me laugh. Guaranteed. So after the young camp counsellors took her name and then took her temperature with one of these laser pointer things to make sure that she wasn't importing the M1N1 virus to camp, it was off on the open road.

For us too it was the beginning of vacation . We left for the subway and a fast trip down to the Union Square market to stock up on corn and tomatoes. This is my year for tomatoes...

Quick lunch and then off to the car rental place to pick up a car and hit the open road for Long Island and dinner with friends. We even took Miss Murray. The car rental was dicey because none of the cars started. So two cars later we switched garages and finally got out of town. Well worth it. These friends have an apporpriately dumpy house because it's a real beach house with all mod cons and a view of the bay. Purrfect. Everything was perfect including Miss Murray until we realized that she had not peed since we left the City. A restless night for me and for Miss Murray punctuated with random walks until the sun came up but to no avail. It was not until we got back to the city at 10 am on Sunday that Murray peed. What is she going to do in Maine?