Day 2 of Camp Zed

So far Camp Zed is an overwhelming hit. In the span of about 32 hours Zed has become unabashedly smitten with her father, constantly hugging and asking for kisses, doing a lot of staring and a lot of mimicking and copying. I have a shadow that is infinitely smaller than my 6'3" frame.



This morning we spent 45 minutes exploring the surrounding neighborhoods looking for parks. We found three. We settled in at the farthest one from our house and commenced eating goldfish crackers, and cloud watching. I found one that looked like a dragon, and another that looked like a carrot. Zo found several that, oddly enough, all looked like Baachan. I didn't see the resemblance in any of them but...shrug...it's all relative.



We traveled in style, naturally, in our fully pimped out Camp Zed Mobile Fun Machine..aka the little red wagon Pops found us. We were armed with a blanket, two towels (for surprise beach action), a backpack, a Boston Red Sox umbrella (is there any other kind?), a cooler bag with lunch, snacks, drinks, ice, and a wet cloth for face wipes, and scraped knees...we also had a plush dog named Brooklyn, Zos fancy fedora type straw hat thingy, sunscreen, and a wide assortment of this and thats. We were a rolling wagon of preparation.



Our neighborhood explorings lasted much longer than we had anticipated, and we walked, unaware of the fact, past three parks on our way to the one that we thought we'd like to spend some time in. In total about a fifteen to twenty blocks, it was like we were back living in Brooklyn again. When we settled into Baxter Park, it didn't take long for the chauffeur driven Ms. MIddleton to tackle the play equipment. Kinda lame play equipment, but she doesn't have this crap in her own backyard so it's a thrill. She tackled the slide approx. seventeen times before calling it quits and telling me that we were going home for a hot dog. Of course, not before she showed off her impressive (its all in the perspective) balance beam moves from bee-nastics class. A nice final touch to our morning of wandering, cloud watching, goldfish eating, and park surveying.



Morning number two of Camp Zed was an impromptu success. So far I'm the only counselor, the only camp director, the only camp nurse, cook, and program staff, and we're juggling it all deftly. Of course, eventually every car's wheels fall off, but for now, I'll just enjoy the ride. Camp was never this smooth.