Corwin called home Monday night, very upset at being stuck at camp. The problem seemed to be that they were using local canvas tents which do not have bottoms so the local insects could keep the boys company during the night. I say “seemed” because Corwin was even less communicative than normal, except for wanting to come home early. I wasn’t willing to let him do that but I did agree to drive out the next day (Tuesday) for moral support and to bring him a couple of things he had forgotten. He liked the things I brought but not the “time with Dad”. I arrived just before lunch and went with him to the lunch hall. After 10 minutes or so of watching him eat without responding to any of my conversational gambits I decided I had accomplished as much as possible.
Today was “family day” at camp. I asked Corwin before I left yesterday if he wanted his family to come out. He clutched his head with both hands and mewled piteously “I don’t know!”. After some “persuasion” he provided a semi-definite “I guess so”.
So this evening Charles and I went out to the camp. Alice had dance and really I don’t think it would have worked well in any case. Corwin was willing to hang out with us a bit and Charles was very patient. I tried to give Corwin pep talk as we left but the only reason he wanted us to come out was the chance that we would take him back with us. I tried the pep talk again but Corwin just walked off disappointed in my cruelty.
Oh well!