| Hi people, back after much time off, and having a lot of mixed
feelings about the actions! I'm doing +/-30 hours a week, still gives
me enough time in the morning and at night, and sometimes all or part
of a day off per week to just play "mommy". Geez all these feelings
and the child has reached the ripe old age of 8.5!!
I just felt I needed to let people know about a terrific "find" in the
category of summer child care. Part of the reason is because it is
open to ALL children, not just those who live in town.
The OXFORD MA School department is having a "summer Camp Program" at
the High School. It runs from 7;00a.m. to 5:30p.m. weekdays. The cost
is $16/day or $80./week. Lunch can be brought from home or bought for
$1.50/day, there are also vending machines with soda, juice and
icecream, all machines are $.75 per item. ( think there's a snack
machine but not sure enough to comment). Age runs from Kindegarten to
either age 11 or13 I'm no exactly sure on the upper end. It is staffed
by trained staff, at least two of them I know are classroom aides.
For arrangements contact the Town's school department at (508)987-6050,
I'm pretty sure they could do a "same day" arrangement, if you suddenly
find yourself needing daycare on short notice.
Each Wednesday the children go on a field trip. Today it's Roger
Williams Zoo, last week the Boston Aquarium. There is a nominal charge
of two to four dollars for the trips. Next week they are doing the
Children's Museum and Computer Museum for NO Charge! Normal days include
computer lessons, swimming lessons and free swim time at Carbuncle Pond
(ajacent to the High School) with an instructor/lifeguard from the YMCA.
My son is having a ball this summer, and let's face it $16/day is a
bargain, considering most daycares get and average of $3./hour-plus!
I really missed all of you and these notes!
Lyn (who's husband is now a *former DECie too!)
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Some camp humor.......
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>> Billy's Letters
>>
>>The following appeared in a computer magazine in Mr. Dvorak's column:
>>
>>Dear Mr. Dvorak:
>>
>> Ann Landers wouldn't print this. I have nowhere else to turn. I have
>>to get the word out. Warn other parents. I must be rambling on. Let me try
>>and explain. It's about my son, Billy. He's always been a good, normal ten
>>year old boy. Well, last spring we sat down after dinner to select a summer
>>camp for Billy. We sorted through the camp brochures. There were the usual
>>camps with swimming, canoeing, games, singing by the campfire -- you know.
>>There were sports camps and specialty camps for weight reduction, music,
>>military camps and camps that specialized in Tibetan knot tying. I tried to
>>talk him into Camp Winnepoopoo. It's where he went last year. (He made an
>>adorable picture out of painted pinto beans and macaroni). Billy would have
>>none of it. Billy pulled a brochure out of his pocket. It was for a COMPUTER
>>CAMP! We should have put our foot down right there, if only we had known. He
>>left three weeks ago. I don't know what's happened. He's changed. I can't
>>explain it. See for yourself. These are some of my little Billy's letters.
>>
>>Dear Mom,
>> The kids are dorky nerds. The food stinks. The computers are the only
>>good part. We're learning how to program. Late at night is the best time to
>>program, so they let us stay up.
>> Love, Billy.
>>
>>Dear Mom,
>> Camp is O.K. Last night we had pizza in the middle of the night. We
>>all get to choose what we want to drink. I drink Classic Coke. By the way,
>>can you make Szechuan food? I'm getting used to it now. Gotta go, it's time
>>for the flowchart class.
>> Love, Billy.
>>
>>P.S. This is written on a wordprocessor. Pretty swell, huh? It's spellchecked
>> too.
>>
>>Dear Mom,
>> Don't worry. We do regular camp stuff. We told ghost stories by the
>>glow of the green computer screens. It was real neat. I don't have much of
>>a tan 'cause we don't go outside very often. You can't see the computer
>>screen in the sunlight anyway. That wimp camp I went to last year fed us
>>weird food too. Lay off, Mom. I'm okay, really.
>> Love, Billy.
>>
>>Dear Mom,
>> I'm fine. I'm sleeping enough. I'm eating enough. This is the best camp
>>ever. We scared the counselor with some phony worm code. It was real funny.
>>He got mad and yelled. Frederick says it's okay. Can you send more money? I
>>spent mine on a pocket protector and a box of blank diskettes. I've got to
>>chip in on the phone bill. Did you know that you can talk to people on a
>>computer? Give my regards to Dad.
>> Love, Billy.
>>
>>Dear Mother,
>> Forget the money for the telephone. We've got a way to not pay. Sorry
>>I haven't written. I've been learning a lot. I'm real good at getting onto
>>any computer in the country. It's really easy! I got into the university's
>>in less than fifteen minutes. Frederick did it in five, he's going to show
>>me how. Frederick is my bunk partner. He's really smart. He says that I
>>shouldn't call myself Billy anymore. So, I'm not.
>> Signed, William.
>>
>>Dear Mother,
>> How nice of you to come up on Parents Day. Why'd you get so upset? I
>>haven't gained that much weight. The glasses aren't real. Everybody wears
>>them. I was trying to fit in. Believe me, the tape on them is cool. I
>>thought that you'd be proud of my program. After all, I've made some money on
>>it. A publisher is sending a check for $30,000. Anyway, I've paid for the
>>next six weeks of camp. I won't be home until late August.
>> Regards, William.
>>
>>Mother,
>> Stop treating me like a child. True -- physically I am only ten years
>>old. It was silly of you to try to kidnap me. Do not try again. Remember, I
>>can make your life miserable (i.e. - the bank, credit bureau, and government
>>computers). I am not kidding. O.K.? I won't write again and this is your
>>only warning. The emotions of this interpersonal communication drain me.
>> Sincerely, William.
>>
>>
>>
>> See what I mean? It's been two weeks since I've heard from my little
>>boy. What can I do, Mr.Dvorak? I know that it's probably too late to save my
>>little Billy. But, if by printing these letters you can save JUST ONE CHILD
>>from a life of programming, please, I beg of you to do so. Thank you very
>>much.
>>
>> Sally Gates, Concerned Parent
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