No Camps

Ten is truly the best age. Klara is moving me into my new office. She already moved most of my books, and can you imagine how many I have? She carries them over in small batches and organizes them with a neatness of which I’m congenitally incapable. She organized my new desk, put up decorations on the walls, filled the drawers, sorted the CDs and the writing supplies.

Yes, I have CDs and they won’t be dragged from my cold dead hands.

She has also created healthy menus for us and took her dad shopping for the ingredients.

I am so happy I don’t have to pay for summer camp anymore. I now get a free helper and constant great company. This is so good.

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