ugh

You know how sometimes you suddenly feel like crap (mentally) for no logical reason? The trigger today is a Facebook conversation, continuing the conversations at the school playdate and birthday party last weekend, about the summer camp scramble. All the other families spent hours this weekend waiting in long contested lines for all the best summer camps, and all they could talk about was how stressful it has been and how so many more people are signing up for camp this year, perhaps because they are not taking long vacations because of the economy, and would they get a spot? We didn't have a lot to say in any of these conversations. Because we are going with the YMCA, whose sign-up starts this weekend. Because the in-demand camps are not full-day and don't cover the whole summer, and since we both work full-time, we need something that does both. (Also, several of them don't take kids who aren't yet 6, which Casper won't be until after school starts in August.)

So, totally irrationally, I suddenly feel like THE DORKIEST GIRL IN THE SEVENTH GRADE. Ugh.

In Memoriam: Robert Fitzgerald

The socket of each axehead like the squared
Doorway to a megalithic tomb
With its slabbed passage that keeps opening forward
To face another corbelled stone-faced door
That opens on a third. There is no last door,
Just threshold stone, stone jambs, stone crossbeam
Repeating enter, enter, enter, enter.
Lintel and upright fly past in the dark.

After the bowstring sang a swallow's note,
The arrow whose migration is its mark
Leaves a whispered breath in every socket.
The great test over, while the gut's still humming,
This time it travels out of all knowing
Perfectly aimed towards the vacant centre.

Seamus Heaney