July 7, 2026

Another beautiful day: 83 degrees, partly cloudy, chance of afternoon showers… same forecast and apparently the same day; except the humidity is lower and there is a slight breeze. Such minor changes are celebrated at camp, a fact driven home as we walked down the hill to Flag this morning. This is a wonderful place. These are wonderful people. It’s going to be a great day!

It’s a shame that USA lost last night. I guess we will have to cheer for England now… which is OK, but I am not sure that we can still generate World Cup interest without a host team in the game. The score was shared with the girls this morning; they took it well (they are not rabid fans). Our interest in current events wanes; I think that might be the last one the campers care about this year, but maybe not. Life is interesting; perhaps something will happen that appeals!

The appeal of life around here is hard to explain. The Bubble cares about the smallest little things; circumstances so small, they would never be noticed elsewhere. When the joy of that moment is shared with someone outside the Bubble after camp, the reality comes through in direct proportion to the connection with that person. Moms often understand the conversation better than most. The giggling, teary-eyed, rambling, hard-to-understand re-telling of a little moment. They tend to “get it”. Few others are admitted into that conversation in the days and weeks that follow camp, because it is not possible to fit camp into an easily understood box that others understand. Rather than try, we keep those memories safely in our hearts, to be shared only on special occasions with special people. So when I tell you things on the Blog, it is from the perspective of the Bubble. It is probably good that I cannot see your face, for it is very possible that it doesn’t make sense, and I would then clam up and just stick to the facts. More fun for me to remain inside the Bubble.

So today we have another normal day at Greystone, and that is pretty exciting! We are enjoying our mid-session switch, which gives us the first day of a slightly new schedule. We will change tables tomorrow, giving us a final day of meals with the table we have been with for nine days. Such small changes reflect the changes around the corner. More permanent changes that will change our world. These little changes have no poignancy about them (they are really just refreshing and fun), but we are beginning to feel time slipping away. The days are getting shorter (the time we have sunlight decreases by 30 seconds each day since June 21); we find it hard to believe how quickly time is passing.

In closing, let me give you a brief tour of my office. I bring it up because it is in the old Greystone Store! Centrally located above the tennis courts, it has a great view of camp and is on the main path that campers use when switching classes. Campers and counselors stop by throughout the day just to say hi and take a look around. I welcome the interaction and am delighted to share the delights of this space. It has family photos, interesting stickers, fun oddities, and whimsical touches (like a stuffed squirrel hidden above the doorway). Counselors mostly come for the refrigerator (I let them take a drink anytime they want), but campers come mostly to visit. Sometimes they bring things to show me (mostly artwork), sometimes they drop off a letter (write me, and I write you, guaranteeing mail later on), sometimes they show me something they got from home. Milly and Garnett did exactly that today, sharing a photo their mom sent with me joining them on a tube (I’m joyfully flying off the tube). Impressive work; I suspect AI was involved.

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