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Another Peek At The Future

by Richard

The future keeps breaking through into the present, usually in ways we never thought it would.

For instance, today I’m getting ready to take Sarcasmo on a trip to Idaho for a look at another bit of education. I’m coming back. He’s not.

Hyper Lad is away at Camp Cheerio.

The only one of the young dudes still home is Zippy the Monkey Boy, who just returned from a near-month-long trip to Fiji, New Zealand and Australia (makes me wish I was one of my own kids) and is getting ready to head off to the University of North Carolina Wilmington in just about a month.

So we’re down to one kid, two adults, two cats, a dog and a bird.

Yeah, the nest officially is getting a little bit emptier.

Especially considering Zippy the Monkey Boy is the type to sleep in until someone goes into his room and tips his bed over onto the floor. Mornings are going to be pretty quiet for the next little while.

I guess it’s something I’ll have to get used to.

When school starts up Aug. 27, it’s going to be quite real and quite quiet.

Hyper Lad is off to school by 8:30 am and that’s it. Nothing to do with kids until he gets home near 5 pm.

Still not sure how this is going to work. I mean, I haven’t had to cook for only three people (one child) for a long, long time. I have a feeling I’m going to be making a lot of accidental leftovers for the first couple of months.

Maybe I can buy that huge storage fridge I’ve had my eye on for a while. Get a place to put the stuff away . . . Well, realistically, never look at it again. Making leftovers? Yeah, I’m good at that. Serving leftovers? Not so much.

Of course, with Zippy the Monkey Boy leaving the house, our grocery bill will almost immediately come down a substantial amount since I’ll no longer have to buy his, and his alone, normal ration of 2.5 gallons of milk per week.

Ah well. That’s in the future, which is only waving hi this week. I’m sure it’ll be coming for a much longer visit next month.

Until then. . .

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The Quiet Of The Future

by Richard

Creepy is a good word I can use to describe the Compound de Dude these days. It really is too quiet. Of course there’s the animals and the loud, annoying sounds they make when they cross paths, but that’s as nothing compared to the wailing, nails-on-blackboard screaming, laughing and elephants-on-stampede sounds from the stairs that we’re used to having around here.

All three young dudes are off at their various summer camps and activities. Sarcasmo is in China, working with pandas and traveling around to visit the wonders of that far-off country. Zippy the Delivery Boy is in Wilmington, getting his advanced open-water certification in scuba from PADI and learning about marine biology at the MarineQuest summer camp. Hyper Lad is the least daring of the bunch (but only because he’s constrained by his young age) and is attending a two-week YMCA camp in the mountains. It’s his sixth year at Camp Cheerio, where he’s following the footsteps of his brothers.

So, yeah. Without them around to loud up the place, it’s feeling a little like the future. Like the future when they’re all grown, most of them are out of college and they’re no longer living at home. It’s a taste of what life will be like and I’m not sure it’s a dish I’m ready to be served.

For now, though, we’re still only a couple of weeks away from having them all return and things will be returning to normal. For about three weeks until Sarcasmo heads off to college at High Point University.

Of course, another good thing about this small stretch of time, is that we are, in fact, childless. I and my wife, known to me for these two weeks as She Who Must Be Satisfied (Good, God, Woman I’m Only Human), can, if we want, walk around the house naked and not have to worry about scarring anyone. Well, no one except for the construction workers who’s taken over the house for our renovation.

Okay, maybe I didn’t think that bit through, but I’m sure we’ll find some use for our alone time. Thanks for asking.

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To And Fro On The Earth And From Walking Up And Down On It

by Richard

Okay, let’s get one thing straight first, dudes. I am not comparing myself to Satan, even though I did steal the title of this post from Satan’s dialogue with God in Job 1:7. It’s just that it gets across the sense of what’s about to happen.

That is, In the next week or so, I’m going to be doing a lot of traveling and I’m going to feel like hel– heck.

Here’s the deal. My sweetie, known to me as She Who Must Be Getting Off Lucky This Time, and I like to make sure each of our little dudes gets to do something special over the summer. In some years, that included getting to mow the lawn for the first time. And the second. And the third. And the fourth. Etc., etc.

Hey, I didn’t say it was fun, just that it was special.

This year, though, it really will be fun and special. Unfortunately, it’s all starting at the same time. Here’s the schedule.

On Sunday, we’ll all four be volunteering on behalf of Tri It For Life at the Rock Hill Ramblin’ Rose women’s only triathlon. That should run us from 0600 to about 1100. After that, I’ll drop Sarcasmo and Hyper Lad off with their mom. Then Zippy the Monkey Boy and I will be off to Wilmington, NC, to drop Zippy off at MarineQuest. That is a fabulous three-week camp centered on learning about marine science and marine biology, while also having fun and — this year — getting his PADI open-water scuba certification. Zippy the Monkey Boy is mad for all things marine, so this is his dream camp.

Unfortunately, Wilmington is four hours away. Which means I’ll be getting up before 0600 and then be on the road for eight hours.

Which wouldn’t be that bad if it were the only thing going on. Monday, Sarcasmo and I head up to High Point University (about 1.5 hours away) to spend a day in early enrollment. Sarcasmo is headed off to High Point for college in August and this is his opportunity to get registered for classes and get one final look around campus before he matriculates for the first time.

So that’s Monday gone. Then, when we get back, on the next day, I take Sarcasmo to the airport. He’ll be flying from Charlotte to San Francisco airport, where he’ll catch a plane to Hong Kong with a group from Rustic Pathways. He’ll be in China for three weeks; the first week he’ll be working hard at a panda conservation park and the next two he’ll be traveling around China and seeing the sights. Lucky bas– dude.

Finally, on Sunday of next week on July 17, I’ll be loading Hyper Lad up in the mini-van and headed off to drop him off for two weeks at YMCA Camp Cheerio. Both Sarcasmo and Zippy the Monkey Boy before him went to this camp and he loves it.

So, yeah, we’ll have almost three weeks alone. If you don’t count the construction workers who will have ripped out our kitchen and started banging on walls. If I make it through the next week. Yeah, should be fun.

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