Didja Miss Me?

No, I thought not.

For about 12 hours the outlying household computers--mine and Avocado's--were without internet service. For me this was a minor, albeit increasingly twitchy, inconvenience. For Avocado this was like having her crack supply withdrawn. What will happen this summer when she goes cold turkey for two whole months beggars the imagination.

Anyway, I'm back.

ETA: The kid will spend the summer at her summer camp, where she will be up to her hips in activity and friends. As a good deal of her online amusement involves chatting with the same people she'll be spending the summer with, she'll do fine. She's such a gregarious human--unlike her mother, who loves people until she hits critical mass and has to sit in a corner with a book until the batteries recharge--that she is sometimes on the phone, texting, ichatting and sending messages on Facebook all at the same time. It really is impressive.

Yawn

Tomorrow morning at 4am I prise Avocado out of her bed. While she showers, I make her a bag lunch. Then we head off to the airport, where she will meet up with some 25 other enterprising kids from her school, and they will get on a plane to Seattle, and thence to Olympic National Park, where they'll spend a week doing all sorts of nature study/science stuff (plus take a side trip to Vancouver--A is thrilled at the opportunity to visit another country). I will hand the child into the care of her teachers, hug her goodbye, and return home, where my plan is to fall over again. 4am. ::shudder:: So not a morning person.