What I Made for Dinner: October 12, 2010

Chili and cornbread.

My parents joined us for dinner tonight and with the mail we got a DVD about summer camp, so tonight's dinner conversation was all about camps we've known and loved.  I went away to camp for a month every summer from the time I was twelve until I was too old to go anymore.  I've always figured my kids would go someday, too.

I can't believe it, but Josh and Alex are about that age.  That snuck up on me.

So for Jewish children in our area, there are two main options for summer overnight camps.  Both are hideously expensive.  Hideously expensive!  There arises the first dilemma:  Even if we can scare up the cash for camp, wouldn't it be better--wiser, more prudent--to save it for something else?  I mean, there's no question:  Yes It Would.  College leaps to mind.  Braces.  Alex's grownup teeth are beginning to look, shall we say, exciting.  Cars and the attendant teenage male driver liability funds.  Bar Mitzvah parties.  Or, or, or any of the other very real, impending, and expensive needs in our children's futures.  Times three.

The second dilemma exists only if we ignore the first.  I don't know if I can ignore the first.  But anyway, which camp?  Goldman is my camp alma mater, so I would love to send them there.  But it's a little far away.  Also, it might not be a great fit for my boys--a little too religiously intense, maybe too much arts and not enough lake.  Sabra might be more fun for them, and it's about a thousand times easier to get them there, but it's even more hideously expensive than Goldman and I don't know as much about it.

Oy. Vey.