Camping in the Rain...

Today was to be a very busy day. The forecast was for seasonably warm sunny weather. But we live in New England. Meteorologists come here to get paid to fib... We woke this morning to the unmistakably splashy sound of cars treading water.

Weeks of planning down the tubes. This morning Brian was planning to take Catherine, Caroline, William and Catherine's friend Chelsey to Old Sturbridge Village for the morning, then out to lunch. Chelsey has only ever been one time, by contrast, we seem to live there, having purchased a family membership several years ago. We love to go visit the animals and see what's cooking in 1830's America. On the way out, we always stop for some warm, soft chocolate chip cookies or a dish of ginger ice cream. The kids were looking forward to showing Chelsey our favorite getaway... No dice. It's cold. It's wet. It's YUKKY.

Jack was to stay home with me and the baby waiting for their return so that he could go camping with the Boy Scouts and attend the Big MOE. We checked the forecast for overnight and Sunday. Warm and Sunny, right? No, wrong again. Dangerous thunderstorms... Bother. The first campout of the year and it's literally and figuratively a wash. Brian regretfully sent an email to the troop leader to let them know that Jack would not be there.

But wait! We get an email back letting us know that they have alternate accommodation for the boys - there is a lodge! They'll be going after all. So 150 some boy scouts have packed enough gear for a year-long expedition with the requisite provisions (consisting of hot dogs, chips, Gatorade, and trail mix), and descend upon the campsite. heaven knows what hijinx they'll get up to in this filthy weather. Heaven knows what their uniforms will look (or smell) like tomorrow for the demostrations they're offering... But that's the fun of childhood, right? Camping in the rain... Not the first time, not the last time. Memories for a lifetime.

We'll hit the Village next week!

Blessings,

Nissa