Yesterday afternoon around 3:00, I realized I had no idea where either of my children were. John was visiting his girlfriend’s parents & friends in Iowa; Al was not yet back from camp and not picking up his phone. I had to drive a basket of clean laundry over to East Wash, and had my phone lying on the seat next to me. It rang and the number showed “Blocked”, and I thought, “Fuck, one of ’em’s in jail.” Turned out to be a telemarketer…..
John’s been posting iPhone pictures to Instagram of his trip – some of them look quite beautiful to me (see below) – but they’re not browseable – unless you go to his facebook or twitter.
Turned out Al has simply stayed at camp for the dedication of a new building – they paid staff $10 / hour to stick around and work the ceremony. This morning he stumbled into the kitchen and asked for coffee in a to-go cup, and I wondered if he was awake enough to drive. He left Emma holding the cup and went down the basement to get something; coming back up the steps on the tail end of my explanation to her that I had bought this particular cup because the organizers of the Seattle InfoCamp that I went to in 2009 suggested we bring our own coffee cups & water bottles, Al said “Cheap Bastards” – so I knew he’d be OK.
Bulger's Hollow
Carman Welcome Center at Phantom Lake
posted from my iPhone, at least for starters
