Well, Willie's been at camp for 9 days now--how long until he gets home? We did get the required-for-a-meal postcard that said in big preprinted letters "Camp is fun" on which Willie wrote "somewhat" between "is" and "fun." It could be worse--he could have written "not" or "never" or worse. Just goes to show, even camp guantanamo schechter has some bright spots...
Papa and me (Teddy) have been on a couple of outings, one to the top of a mountain and one to all the old shopping hot spots, but mostly I've been hanging around my computer hoping that nobody remembers to turn off the internet connection. Sometimes it works, usually it doesn't but a guy can dream can't he? Papa keeps nattering on about calling friends or tante's or showering or going outside, but I ignore him and he goes away. The way I look at it, Mommy and Papa are pretty overloaded with their own work, so they tend not to notice me if I'm just being quiet minding my own business.
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This is the view from the top of the mountain we hiked up called Rattlesnake mountain, but we didn't see any rattle snakes--just greedy chipmunks begging for food and Rattlesnake Lake away down yonder.
We parked in one of those whitish semi circles above the lake--can you believe it? Neither could I. I was complaining a fair amount on the way up, but once we got to the top I said it wasn't such a bad hike--4.5 miles round trip with 1000 feet of elevation change (1000 up, 1000 down).
Ahhhh, it's good to be home. Where's the snack wallah with my salty snacks and root beer? Where's MAL when you need him?
Then on Thursday it was off to City Produce. You know what's amazing? I've been going to this place since I was born. I walked in the door and Pat (one of the guys that works there) says "hey, it's the T-man." They don't let me drive the forklifts yet, but when I was little I'd climb up and honk the horns. I didn't honk the horn this time cuz I thought they'd toss me out on my hiney if I did.
Of course the greatest thing that happened on the shopping trip day was at Restaurant Depot where they have Mexican Coke with REAL SUGAR in GLASS BOTTLES in a vending machine! Papa immediately bought one and we shared it while trying to plug our ears against the Blue Angels fly-bys.
Alert, alert, Willie has been making himself scarce in pictures from camp--we weren't even sure he was still there, but then here he his with his posse heading for the gaga pit.
We don't know whether he got knocked out or chose to sit out the round, but we've seen pix of him playing so it's anybody's guess. We hope we see more pix of Willie soon, and maybe we'll get a letter or two, or not.
