Thursday, July 26, 2012

Letters From Camp: Valences Are Out


Dear Mom and Dad,
Wow. Summer must be for re-doing and rebuilding. Aside from massive amounts of small road construction that make my getting to-and-from camp mornings tricky to say the least, I've also taken on the refreshing of rooms in the house I've been talking about thinking about for months.
You know, the kind of thoughts where you look at a wall and say, "Wow, that room would be great if it was green." Which is often followed by, "It really shouldn't take me that long. A few nights at the most. All I need is a color, the paint, some brushes, rags, and oh yea, spackle and wood filler. I can do this."
And yes, after a week of basically not sleeping, wearing down three paint brushes and several shirts rags, finally realizing that valances aren't really in anymore, and admitting to myself that I much prefer the newness of a fresh color on a wall to painting trim. I have a new office. Isn't it pretty?
I love working in here and if it weren't for Trish, I probably would still have the pale green/grey that we've had for years along with all the nicks, dents, and severely outdated valences. Now, if I could just continue to make the time to actually sit in here and write. Regularly.
Rest hour is over. More soon.
Love,
Tracy

Here's why I'm writing Letters From Camp to my parents.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Letters From Camp: Swimming

Dear Mom and Dad,
This was a great week at camp! Both A and A began swimming strokes in their swim meets and they each have promise to build up a second stroke, which will lead to swimming more events in the meets. Big A is doing really well with back stroke and Little A is swimming butterfly. I love seeing him following in my footsteps.
With all of their busy sports activity during the school year, I love that they have the opportunity for a recreational swim team. They are challenged, meeting new people, trying new things, and it's all just for fun. They actually want to work hard for those ribbons.
And so here is the part where I get to say thank you. I pushed for them to be on a summer swim team because I was on one. I remember the camaraderie, the team cheers, the feeling of winning and wanting to improve and I remember Daddy tying each ribbon we won to a button on his shirt. It meant the world to me.
Thank you for giving me that experience so I can now give it to my kids.
Happy summer.
Love,
Tracy

Here's why I'm writing Letters From Camp to my parents.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Blogcation Anyone?


It was unintentional, but it happened. I've been away from the blogosphere for a month. Not just posting and writing, but reading too. I have to say that I miss the blogosphere, but the days poolside, cheering for my kids in swim meets, backyard barbecues, painting rooms, and just sky-gazing have been quite enjoyable. And the time has passed all too fast. Before I know it, I'll be shopping for school supplies.
Apparently, my absence has been noticed by my mother. Yes, I'm busy- I have three kids to manage, entertain, and corral through the summer and I'm not exactly sitting on the couch eating ice cream all day. Her comment observation did get me thinking though.
As a kid, I attended sleep away camp. The only way to communicate with my parents was by mail. Yes, the old fashioned kind complete with paper, pen, and a stamp. Maybe writing letters would be a good way to communicate with my parents during the summer. I could write to them at night, when the kids are in bed and I'm not fielding questions about who I'm talking to and what I'm talking about.
And so, with that, I'm writing my version of Letters From Camp; what I would tell my parents about my summer if I had a rest hour each day to talk write to them. And if they're reading my blog, maybe they'll write me a letter too (hint M&D: in the comments section), just like they did 30 years ago.

If you had a mandatory "rest hour" each day, would you write letters? Who would you write to and what would you say?