just when i think i've become the most relaxed, laid-back parent of-a- girl-who's- been-on-a- tiny-sailboat-for-three-entire-friggin-days, i am suddenly filled with deep parental anxiety and unable to fall asleep, because what is she doing right at this very moment?? this was me last night, flailing around in bed, hoping that my inability to fall asleep wasn't caused by some psychic message that bean was desperately sending me via e.s.p. i think maybe it actually had to do with the fact that it was wednesday night, and thus she had just missed the latest episode of project runway.
so, an update on the situation for those not in the know: bean is at the start of day four of her outward bound trip. she is on a 30 foot-long sailboat with seven other freshmen and three adults. the sun is up, so i know she is working (rowing? sailing? lighting a propane stove? peeing in a bucket?), and i would bet that at this point, with approximately 48 hours to go, it's feeling eternal to her. at some point her wee boat will land on hurricane island and she'll get to spend four solo hours (a microcosm of the usual two day solo a person would do on a longer outward bound experience), which i bet you she's very much looking forward to. on the island, she'll also have to do some terrifying team-building thing, i think either rock climbing or a ropes course.
and finally, here's a story with a happy ending involving hot chocolate.