(My iPad blogging tool is giving me crap. Photos are coming out tiny and I’m not able to change datestamps. While figuring this out, I’m going to post multiple day’s blogs together.)

Ahh, glorious rest! Friday I lounged around Suntop (Tilke and Nick’s house), rode Nick’s bike to Paychex to discuss payroll for Unschool Adventures, lounged around a Starbucks even more, and then returned to Suntop to help vacuum for this weekend’s anticipated lounging. Luna, one of two pugs in residence at Suntop, did not approve of my vacuuming.

That night we met with Grace, Nathen, Evan, and Grace’s son, Yarid, for dinner in Eugene.

Thus began our little informal gathering known as Not Back to Not Back to School Camp (NBTNBTSC).
On Saturday we recreated Christmas morning and shared stockings with each other. Evan was chomping at the bit to open his.

Nathen’s stocking was a shoe.

Santa delivered lots of chocolate. He’s got our numbers.

The rest of the day (and weekend) was spent in discussion of topics camp-related, and those wholly-unrelated, in Tilke’s living room.

On Sunday morning we visited Grace’s “Ecstatic Dance” workshop (no photos allowed) and then returned for more discussion and life-timeline creating.

Pages from my timeline:

Yarid scratched me back. He loves it.

Nathen and Evan, each looking a bit off.

Nick.

Thus ended: NBTNBTSC.