I had a nice morning — Corwin was away at camp, Mom, Charles, and Alice were at Grandma’s. But all good things must come to an end and everyone got back at various times during the day.
Corwin survived, and only got rained on just as they were packing up to leave. The cooking experience went well enough that no one starved. Corwin had a cold night, even though Mom had purchased a thermal blanket for Corwin. He had played with it while packing and then left it behind. When interrogated about it, he said he “didn’t have room”, even though it weighs about 4 ounces and would easily fit in a back pocket. For us, the most impressive thing was that Mom cooked up some chocolate chip cookies and those lasted until the last meal on Saturday.
Mom returned with Charles and Alice in the evening, burned out from driving. She brought home big wads of loot from Grandma’s house, including a lot of Barbie stuff. I think that demonstrates my favorite aphorism, age and treachery beats youth and skill every time.