Too Much Food

Today is the last day of Spring Break. The Mrs and I celebrated by heading out to one of my favorite Tokyo eateries. Tokyo is full of great places to eat, but I only know of one that has falafel and the like. I don’t really even know what to call this style. I think … More Too Much Food

Night Sakura

The cherry blossoms are in bloom. My son and I are walking home from daycare. He’s been sick and a little unhappy with me the last few days. I think it’s because he sees me as keeping him away from Mommy. The reality is that we both have responsibilities and need to trade off at … More Night Sakura

A Little Cold

My son has been home sick the past few days. The Mrs. and I have been doing our best to loom after him, and it looks like he will be able to return to daycare tomorrow. Which is great, because both of us are pretty worn out. Between her finishing her art project and my … More A Little Cold

Day 4

A successful last day. That means getting kids out and in skies. Getting them back in and getting gear squared away and rooms clean. Riding about 5 hours while keeping everyone, staff included, as happy as possible. Returning those kids to their parents and making the parents as happy as possible. And last, enjoying a … More Day 4

Day 3

Camp is almost over. As a ski camp, that means the kids have adjusted enough so that they are mostly off with their ski leaders on the hills. That also means that I have a bit more time to play. Today’s bit of play meant going down the skil hill on a plastic sled. Which, … More Day 3

Day 2

Another busy and successful day of camp. Kids and staff are spending a lot of time up on skies. I’m doing my best to help keep things smooth. One of the good things of camp is not only getting to know a lot of great people, but also getting to see those you know in … More Day 2

Into the Wild

Early tomorrow morning I’ll be joining a staff of excellent people and helping take a large group of kids into mountains for skiing.  Skiing is a bit outside my skill set. I blame that on growing up in Florida and Georgia where, for the most part, skiing meant water not snow. Of course, I’m not … More Into the Wild