Daily Office:
Friday
Morning
¶ Dolce far Niente: Susan Dominus writes about the pleasures of temps perdu: At summer camp in Maine, she and her fellow campers could while away the hours between four and six in any way they chose. No longer.
(Have a great weekend, everyone!)
Oremus…
Morning, cont’d
§ Niente. The problem with kids today is their parents.
Even my former camper, the one who remembered her own liberation so fondly, confessed that she wasn’t sure how she would feel about her own child having the same freedom. “Maybe they could —— put a fence around the whole camp?” she thought out loud. As parents, we’re products of our time, apparently, more than of our experience.