Kaya spent last week and now this week at Camp Mudd, a YMCA day camp in the woods near our house, which is great and all but I have to drive her into town to catch the bus that brings her back out to camp because they don’t let you drop kids off before 9.

Anyway, she’s tolerating it, not exactly thrilled, but she’s doing camp stuff and hanging out with friends so I think it’s a decent way to spend two weeks of one’s summer. Today, however, the heat took over. My god the heat! Muggy, ridiculously hot, heat index over 100. And they’re out in the woods with no hope of A/C. (Dad is shuddering at the horror of that sentence, and now he’s getting up to go turn the ceiling fan to “extra high” and put ice in his pockets.)

So when I picked her up today there was a wee bit of drama.

Kaya: It. Was. So. Hot. Today.

Me: I know! You must have been kind of miserable — what did you do?

pause

Kaya: I think I had a minor heat stroke.

Me: Well at least it wasn’t a major heat stroke.

Kaya: I thought I was going to die!!! But then they said “everyone who lines up quietly gets a popsicle” …. and I knew I was going to survive.

The rest of the week should be more tolerable. Tomorrow they go swimming at the pool, Wednesday they’re roller skating at the cool local rink (I’ve performed there during intermission for the roller derby), swimming again on Thursday, half day on Friday. So popsicle or not, she will most likely survive.