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 Today was the purported last of the rainy days.  Tomorrow is supposed to be hot enough to take Aaron to the pool.  He keeps reminding me.

"Sunday is swimmin'.  Sunday is you friend comin'.  That is Sunday.  Sunday is tomorrow."

Thank you, son.

He was tired of the tent, so we walked down to the general store, but his friend Ms Denise was not there.  I set him up with his best bud's borrowed laptop to see if he could play Steam, but the internet didn't run fast enough for that.

My old people brain is always commenting from the back of my mind.  Like "You know what electronics we had when I went camping at your age?  A radio!  And we were lucky to have it!"

My old people brain needs to calm down.

Joey sent us along with his $15 he got from doing commissions this week, so the kids got snacks and I got firewood.  I picked the dryest, raggediest bundle because everything is wet and I needed to make some kindling.

I did all right with that because:

Woot!

We got hot food for dinner!  I took advantage of a break in the rain and made ramen for Aaron and cups of oatmeal for me and Joey, some of the sad survivors of the bad storm that tore the lid off our pantry box.

My cast iron pans are going to get such a spa day when we're settled.  One, my Wagner, is 70 years old and deserves some pampering - but doesn't need it.  That pan is probably one of my favorite possessions.  And there it is, camping with us!

As I finished up cooking, the rain returned, and helpfully put the fire out for us.

By then it was going on full dark, and after dinner and some reading, it was time for bed.