A Significant Year
Jul. 12th, 2026 05:14 pmHaving Melissa and Simon and my parents in town the week before last was great. We got to take Simon on the swan boats in the Public Garden, I don't think I've been on those since I was a kid. The weather was extremely hot.
Last week, we were at Sandy Island. The camp had been damaged by a line of storms with severe microbursts a few weeks back, damaging lots of the trees on the south side of the island. Three cabins were totaled and many more damaged, though the damaged cabins were repaired and two of the three totaled ones were demoed and rebuilt before camp started. I think you might have to reach back to the hurricane of '38 to find an instance when the camp suffered weather damage that severe.
The weather during our camp week was great, though. Only one night that was uncomfortably hot, no seriously rainy days. And Melissa and Simon had a great time, too. Last year they had to duck out early when Simon got an ear infection, severely disrupting his sleep.
Camp is always the week of July 4, and this time that was on a Saturday so the start of camp. The 4th being on a weekend and also the occasion of America's 250th meant even more fireworks on the lake than usual. Camp starting July 4 also made this one of the rare weeks where I get to celebrate my birthday at camp, my 40th, so I'm officially done with my young adulthood and entering middle age. (Yeah, dividing life into two-decade intervals like that is arbitrary, but I think it fits well.) I'm excited, though I'm even more uncertain about the two upcoming decades than I was about the last two. In some ways, I'm very securely situated, in other ways the world (even as intersects with my life specifically) is all the more chaotic (and 2006 did not seem like a peak of global calm). And of course the next two decades overlaps with the end of Erica's childhood and the start of her young adult years.
At camp, I read Platform Decay by Martha Wells (pulp sci-fi, I love the Murderbot series), Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (another book on my "I should read that some time" list for far too long, it's a classic for a reason with absurdist humor and over-the-top characters that remind me of Monty Python or (probably a better comparison) Black Adder, though a bit darker in tone), and Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clark (classic sci-fi, very strange and a classic for a reason).
Last week, we were at Sandy Island. The camp had been damaged by a line of storms with severe microbursts a few weeks back, damaging lots of the trees on the south side of the island. Three cabins were totaled and many more damaged, though the damaged cabins were repaired and two of the three totaled ones were demoed and rebuilt before camp started. I think you might have to reach back to the hurricane of '38 to find an instance when the camp suffered weather damage that severe.
The weather during our camp week was great, though. Only one night that was uncomfortably hot, no seriously rainy days. And Melissa and Simon had a great time, too. Last year they had to duck out early when Simon got an ear infection, severely disrupting his sleep.
Camp is always the week of July 4, and this time that was on a Saturday so the start of camp. The 4th being on a weekend and also the occasion of America's 250th meant even more fireworks on the lake than usual. Camp starting July 4 also made this one of the rare weeks where I get to celebrate my birthday at camp, my 40th, so I'm officially done with my young adulthood and entering middle age. (Yeah, dividing life into two-decade intervals like that is arbitrary, but I think it fits well.) I'm excited, though I'm even more uncertain about the two upcoming decades than I was about the last two. In some ways, I'm very securely situated, in other ways the world (even as intersects with my life specifically) is all the more chaotic (and 2006 did not seem like a peak of global calm). And of course the next two decades overlaps with the end of Erica's childhood and the start of her young adult years.
At camp, I read Platform Decay by Martha Wells (pulp sci-fi, I love the Murderbot series), Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (another book on my "I should read that some time" list for far too long, it's a classic for a reason with absurdist humor and over-the-top characters that remind me of Monty Python or (probably a better comparison) Black Adder, though a bit darker in tone), and Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clark (classic sci-fi, very strange and a classic for a reason).