Friday, August 14, 2009

Summer at Camp Mighty

The girls finished school at the beginning of June and soon thereafter began swimming lessons at Dunlap High School. There they were taught every stroke from breast to butterfly by a collection of mostly male soon-to-be seniors. Well, you'd have thought they were being taught by the cast of High School Musical given the awe with which they regarded their instructors. Conversations on arriving at the pool were often like this:

"Where's Nathan? Oh, there he is!"

"He's my teacher, not yours!"

"I can still look for him."

On graduation I promised the girls a trip to Claire's to chose a small trinket. After much deliberation, Mouse settled on a collection of fluorescent spiky earrings that looked much like a cluster of neurons trapped in the eighties. Emma circled the store once, twice, ten times before finally pausing before the ear piercing station. She called me over.

"Are you sure?" I asked.


Minutes later the deed was done: Emma the Brave, the girl who once swore she would never get her ears pierced, was sporting a pair of cubic zirconia studs from her lobes — and smiling.

It is hard to believe but, in a mere three days, the girls will be back to school. From the precipice of June third, summer seemed never-ending. I remember wondering how I would ever fill the time. And then, one by one, we took in the area attractions: the Peoria Zoo, Wildlife Prairie Park, Detweiller Park, Kellogg 9-hole Pitch and Putt, the library, Lakeview Aquatic Centre and Museum, Safety Town, and Princeville Pool. There were still more kid-friendly attractions that we haven't been able to squeeze in, but then summer isn't really over for over a month.

When the Colonel and Mighty Mum came to visit we took in a Peoria Chiefs game and initiated the girls to the national pastime. Now when asked if they root for the Cubs or the Cardinals, they answer, "The Chiefs." Talk about supporting the home team!

After two weeks in Canada, returning to P-town felt like coming home. One set of neighbours had cut our lawn and kept my herbs alive while another had collected our mail. My bed had never felt so comfortable, nor my coffee so smooth. It was good to be home, no matter where home happened to be. After Geneva, is it possible to be happy in P-town? The answer is yes.


  1. We are honored to have been given identities in your blog.

    The Colonel and Mighty Mum

  2. Sounds like a great summer, I'm glad the P-Town is starting to feel like home...still looking forward to talking to you. xx

  3. hello! totally off topic, but a friend of yours sent me your blog link as a caveat/eye opener to life with a unexpectedly pregnant hamster. and i do believe, even as i am writing this, that our new hammy priscilla may have multiplied and replenished the earth last night.

    i will be scouring your hamster chronicles for wisdom...


    p.s. also an expat canadian here...though unfortunately not in switzerland.

  4. Glad you are settling. Can't wait to hear about how school goes.