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mdlbearToday was the last day of Emmy's 2-week stay at Camp Winnarainbow. Having discovered, in the course of taking her up, that while a 4.5-hour drive is reasonably easy, two of them in one day is unreasonable in the extreme, we sensibly drove most of the way up yesterday afternoon and checked into a motel in Ukiah (The Discovery Inn).
The three-hour "big show" that ended camp was pretty impressive (and very hot). It included things like jumping up steps on unicycles, dancing on stilts, singing, juggling (some of it on stilts), magic, and clowning. I remarked later to Emmy that some of the stunts looked pretty dangerous; she shrugged and said "they practice a lot."
Emmy was in five items: the opening skit (where she played a hippie -- seems appropriate considering her parentage), youth improv, a song, a clown act, and the finale. The song was the most impressive; there were four or five others from the songwriting workshop, but Emmy was apparently the first kid in the history of the camp (30+ years) to insist on performing her song solo, a capella, as written. Everyone else had guitar accompaniment and backup singing from the instructors. Let's hear it for artistic integrity and a major victory over stage fright. Not a bad song, either; I'm not going to be the only songwriter in the family a few years down the road. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaoswolf writes the occasional filk, but not her own tunes so far.)
The drive back was very pleasant --flower_cat and I really enjoyed having our little chatterbox back (and stuck in the back seat where we could ask her questions without having her run off to other things).
Back home, she liked her desk as-is (with an oak-like, non-penetrating stain), so we'll just wax it tomorrow. And she appreciates having the fastest computer in the house for once (I had to upgrade it considerably in order to get some of her new games to work).
The three-hour "big show" that ended camp was pretty impressive (and very hot). It included things like jumping up steps on unicycles, dancing on stilts, singing, juggling (some of it on stilts), magic, and clowning. I remarked later to Emmy that some of the stunts looked pretty dangerous; she shrugged and said "they practice a lot."
Emmy was in five items: the opening skit (where she played a hippie -- seems appropriate considering her parentage), youth improv, a song, a clown act, and the finale. The song was the most impressive; there were four or five others from the songwriting workshop, but Emmy was apparently the first kid in the history of the camp (30+ years) to insist on performing her song solo, a capella, as written. Everyone else had guitar accompaniment and backup singing from the instructors. Let's hear it for artistic integrity and a major victory over stage fright. Not a bad song, either; I'm not going to be the only songwriter in the family a few years down the road. (
chaoswolf writes the occasional filk, but not her own tunes so far.)The drive back was very pleasant --
flower_cat and I really enjoyed having our little chatterbox back (and stuck in the back seat where we could ask her questions without having her run off to other things).Back home, she liked her desk as-is (with an oak-like, non-penetrating stain), so we'll just wax it tomorrow. And she appreciates having the fastest computer in the house for once (I had to upgrade it considerably in order to get some of her new games to work).
