The average camper

The family went outdoors and slept in a nylon dwelling, known as camping. On our first night, we had an unpleasant surprise: our tent was full of unknown (biting) insects. My head still itches.

Instead of getting a relief from bugs that morning, we realized that Yellow Jackets had discovered the leftovers of our s'mores from the night before. Since we were going to have an equally sweet cold cereal for breakfast, it was not a good thing. Poor baby Nora got stung twice. Later that day,we went to the beach and I, for one, eventually got battered underwater head over heels by the high tide. Afterwards, We received a well-deserved rest watching the newest studio ghibli film, Ponyo.

The next day, we moved from Cape Henlopen to Rehoboth, but not before taking a long hike in which my family never could really catch up to me unless I let them. We met up with some of our parent's friends at the beach, where the waves were so big you could only wet your feet. My parents made up for this with an ice cream.

Now we're home hoping that the small vampires that ate us that first night weren't fleas that we brought back with us. Good-bye, bugs, salt, sand and such. Don't come back.

A Sad So-long

You know how some things are inevitable? Like they have to happen, no matter what you do? well, something happened on july second that made it inevitable that Lucy would cry.

our cat, Curio, said good-bye and dug her way under the soil. or, in other words, went to sleep. died. Either one is valid.

we dug her a snug hole by one of our saplings. The girls renamed that young tree 'The Curio Tree' in honor of our one-year-old purring friend. It was a sad moment for all of us, and even Mom and Dad started to cry.

We've mostly gotten over it now, but about a week ago I gave myself to watching films of our kitten, not even one in cat years (the equivalent of one human month.) See The Double Stitch. We hope to get another kitten in about a year. So-long, my faithful feline friend!

Cousin Collision

They're a handful. They're youngsters who never fail to take joy in a boy who beat himself up with pillows to entertain them. They're the self-appointed kings of the world. They're...drrrrrrrrrrrrapataptap... my cousins!

this picture depicts me, my sisters, my aunt, and my cousins (who had better things to do), photographed by my mother. And the part about the beat up boy? Yeah. It was me. What I do for family.

Of course they were assets too. We played cops and robbers, the younger of my two older cousins saying "I'm a police" whenever I told him he was the thief. We also had about 1 hour's extra screen time. All five kids had half an hour of our nintendo DS, which I'm guessing they don't have by the way Johnny, the oldest, kept asking me the location of after I told him about it. Maybe I shouldn't have.

A bittersweet goodbye and they've gone, disappeared to Utah again. And I might want to keep it that way.

Pocket Monster Prize

Say one day you got the chance to obtain something you'd been wishing and working for over a long period of time. Like a half a year long time. Well, that is just what happened to lucky Ian Goodwin, exactly one week from my birthday.

 

Half an hour after returning from Gamestop, I seated myself on the couch and switched on our Nintendo DS. This was it. The big one. Finally, after six months of waiting, I had bought my own Pokemon Pearl Version.

After an hour and forty-five minutes of pleasure, I sat down and ate my dinner. I continued to play over the next month... and I still do.