8 years ago
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I forget how long it takes to get places sometimes. I had a difficult time getting away, so I didn’t get in until…well, almost eight hours after I left at 1 pm….which means I missed the dinner. I got the boys settled in (who travelled really well, btw), and hooked up…and by then, it was almost 10 pm. But the “full service wench,” Catherine Baker, made sure that I had some salad and enchilada, and Irene Doo made sure that I signed the release forms, and most importantly, Julie Dent made sure I had a marguerite! Now THAT’S the way to start a clinic! I can tell already it’s going to be a great camp: there are several people OLDER THAN ME! That almost never happens!