Camp Get-a-Job, 2007. From left: Montana Knapp, Anya Kirchner
It’s almost too good to write about. Camp Get-a-Job has closed for the summer. Thank you to everyone who visited, supported, and funded our adventure and a special thanks to the campers: Montana Knapp and Anya Kirchner who had the chance to create something beautiful and took it. It was an unforgettable sweet story.
Quotes from camp:
You can clean your room or you can play Art Director and get your room ready for a photo shoot.
Sable left today. This makes me sad. She said recently that, of all the things I write, my one-minute plays are her favorite. I laughed! I love brevity – which reminds me of one of the best poems I carry around in my heart (it says so much with so few words):
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out —
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
Stop and smell the roses. I’ve never had a problem doing it. I think my parents were tempted to say something like, “Amy, stop smelling the damn roses and enroll in law school!” Anyway, this was our view as we walked to town for dinner at Mise en Place.
In other bike path news…
My mother decided to pedal into town on our bike with a basket. She was wearing her gg shirt. I asked if she’d mind popping my postcards in the mail. “Not at all!” she chirped.
So off she goes, looking really cute, when something goes awry, and she drives into the pond, flips the bike, and flies head-first over the handlebars into the water. She was covered in pond scum. She still looked adorable. She’s lucky she didn’t knock herself out. I mailed the postcards anyway. The gg shirt was unharmed.
I always wanted to write, “Sleep Write Sleep - how one woman found it all by napping and writing her way through San Francisco.” Now everyone will think I’m copying Elizabeth Gilbert.
I’m taking a writing break for a while. I hope you’re having a wonderful summer.
I drove to historic Portsmouth (an hour) to see the sites (and get my toes done). Everyone kept asking if I was related to “The Knapps of Portsmouth.” Even the hairdresser said, “Oh, I was expecting someone else - Amy Knapp of Portsmouth.” It was funny.
The bunk beds arrived and this is what they looked like. I wanted to cry. Then Montana stepped in and got to work. I call her Princess IKEA.
Ta Da!
This may look like a mess to you. But to the folks here at Camp Hattie, it’s your average par 5, constructed by campers, Anya and Montana. Clearly, they have a future in miniature golf.
There are two campers here at Camp Get-a-Job. It’s a real camp and they have the mosquito bites to prove it. The campers make me (the one counselor) very proud and I love them. There is no dating at Camp Get-a-Job. Boys are allowed to come over and play Scrabble. So far, no boys have shown up. Not a single one. Imagine that. The campers are learning a lot…like it’s fun to be offered a job/it’s nice to be wanted/work can be boring and physically painful.
Congratulations to Jeffery Kin, the new artisitc director at The Players, in Sarasota. Jeffery directed my first play, “Under Cupid’s Span,” starring Montana Knapp (on right) and (not pictured) Christine Alexander, Zac Chase, Angel Parker and John Bohane. Jeffery is an all-star Good Guy! Bravo! XO
Sable graduated from St. George’s School and earned a special honor for photography. Here is her early work. It is the story of love and friendship. We are all very proud of her.
Here in New Hampshire, I tune in to Cliff Roles’ radio show every now and then. The other day, I listened to Elsie Gilmore and David Breitbarth. It makes me feel as though I’ve visited Sarasota for the afternoon (without the 24 hour drive) (which I don’t ever want to do again)(although it was fun and the company was good)(and the lodging in DC was incredible).
Note: using too many parentheses is a sign of immature writing.
Anyway, if you look closely you can see “The gg Monologues” original cast photo. (I keep it on hand at all times)(because I love those girls)(plus Angel Parker)(and all the Good Guys)(and everyone who came to the shows)(xoxoxoox)(XOXOXO).
By the way, the shirt I’m wearing in this picture is still at Main Street Cleaners. I forgot to pick it up before I left town. So, if anyone would like a beautiful shirt (it’s a lucky shirt), feel free to claim it for Amy Knapp and keep it for yourself (let me know what happens).
Stephen King could arrest me for parentheses abuse. Let’s hope he does.
About this Blog
I barely know how to post. I know I could be doing lots of interesting things with my blog, but I have a feeling it would take too much time. It would break Blog Rule Number One: Thou shalt not spend more than 20 minutes (max) per day with Blog.
Blog Rule Number Two is way more interesting but, I’m sorry, it’s private.
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