Camp begins and the duffle bag bursting with plans seems to promise endless experiences... but it ends. Bags are repacked, promises to write are spoken, hugs, waves, the going away, the return to life and one's own bed.
Today was the last day of Art Camp. The souvenir t-shirts were created, the last project was completed (reverse painting on plexiglass -- they learned how to layer the paint so the details that should be "in front" are applied first on the reverse side of the plexiglass, etc.), the Art Show curated (our lovely neighbor/friend/piano teacher ran over between appointments, drank a sparkling drink and oohed and aahed in the appropriate way), and then the goodbyes cried.
No matter how much more comfortable your own bed is, it always sucks when camp is over. Unless you're Hayley Mills and Hayley Mills and about to pull off the biggest post-camp shenanigan ever.
