Summer Camp Tomorrow

Sunday we drop our boy scout off to go to camp for a week.
 I remember when our oldest boy went off to camp, we worried about little things, made plans to visit midweek and sent a care package before he left to make sure it arrived while he was at camp. Fifteen years and three more boys later, we plan our own little trips while he's away.  Freed up at last, no responsibility for a week maybe we will just sit at home with some piece and quiet. Maybe an overnight-er on the boat.  The week will go by fast, and there's still the possibility we will visit the last night to attend the campfire.  We will wait expectantly when we drop him off for his last comment.  Sometimes they turn and walk away without saying goodbye, that hurts a little. sometimes they are all hugs and I miss you. I expect it will be something like this, " Bye mom, don't forget to feed my fish" or "Bye, I'll call you when we get back"

The new monitor arrived

Surprise, when I picked up the new monitor my son hurriedly volunteered to unpack and set it up in the office; of course this meant his monitor was now available for him to use again. I quickly pointed out that I knew what he was up to.  Meanwhile Linda has pointed out that my worry's about too much gaming may be unfounded, after all his older brother played a lot with computers and now he's a geek with a great future. I will mention that the geek set up a time schedule for his younger brothers online time; I don't fully understand whats going on but I think the internet shuts off automatically and the younger boy doesn't know the password.  I remember when the geek was little that passwords and other supposed safeguards were merrily a challenge that he quickly got around. As part of my decision to do stuff with him, we went to Malibu Grand Prix Raceway yesterday and he had a great time. I paid for two laps, he paid for one, plus he found a two lap coupon online (go internet)
John