camp - chapter 2: in which I discover oxyclean

I'm finding that, if I stay busy, I can avoid the missing of Youngest.
The worrying about Youngest.
The compulsion to go smell his pillow (I haven't done it, but I could).

Abrowncow (who I cannot link to because I CANNOT FIND HER) told me that she cleans her Bodum coffee machine with oxyclean, so I GOT SOME. AND, OH, BOY, I FREAKIN LOVE OXYCLEAN.
Yesterday I cleaned the cooktop.
With toothpicks.
It's really REALLY clean now.

Then I did the upstairs bathroom.
I'M OXYCLEANING.

And I picked up my new eyeglasses - I AM an architect.
An Architectwhois Oxycleaning.

Youngest called, late in the morning, and cried a little. He hadn't slept well and, typically, he was worried that his skating skills weren't up to par, and that he might spend too much money.
(Parents deposit a sum of money in their child's "account" and the child draws from it during the week.) I reassured him on both counts and sent him off to his afternoon skate session.

We spoke again later in the day and he sounded better...
My hope for him is that he has a regular camp experience, with homesickness, and bad food, and no sleep and dirty clothes and a crush on a girl -
and that none of this is effected by his health.
I hope that it is as good as it can be and as miserable as it can be without any medical intervention.
And, in the meantime?
I'll just be here...cleaning.





For show and tell this week, Elizabeth would like to see our sugar bowls (sugar pots, jars, whathaveyou...).