I’m back. What a perfect vacation that was.
This year, everyone who showed up was a repeat—we all had been there the same week previously. There’s an amazing energy with this group, no doubt in part a result of Tim and Valerie’s cocktail parties.
Valerie went a step further this time and organized a music night so that we could formally hear all the informal recorder, guitar, keyboard, violin, clarinet, and harmonica playing that had been happening in various corners of the camp.
John, the professional, played several, but my favorite was his “Manhã de Carnaval” (mmmmmm…Brazilian). You can sample his interpretation of it here at CD Baby (although it pales compared with being in the room with him), or listen to the classic with Luiz Bonfá and Caterina Valente.
That night, I was aware of my happiness.
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We've been talking about you behind your back.
Laughing, to be precise.
What kind of camp was this? Like a summer camp? Or just "gone camping"?
And I know I've been missing the reading, welcome back.
Sounds like it was wonderful!
Mrs Slocombe loves anything camp: well done: happy people are a boon to us all, as you can see from the general chorus.
I promise never to talk about myself in the third person again.
Always good to be laughed at behind one's back. And this is only "camping" in the sense that the outdoors is quite nearby...it's an old Adirondack great camp. Folks who show up every year like to call it "camp for adults." For instance, here, instead of a round being a little song sung in a kind of counterpoint, it's more likely to be something that involves alcohol.
It can be endearing to hear Mrs. Slocombe refer to herself in the third person. Occasionally Indigo Bunting gets a kick out of that.
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