is it really just wednesday?
Something about camps really distorts one’s sense of temporal reality. I am ofen trying to fit more than 24 hours in a day. RIght now the childcare kids (ages 5-13) just came running in - several of them have used my room as a place of escape at night. Normally I don’t mind and they are usually great, tonight though I was cleaning my room - luckily they were all heading outside and I was heading off to church (my weekly escape off campus - as my truck lies abandoned in the parking lot untli the brakes can get fixed).
(written some hours later) Leah and I went to Colonial tonight and there were several kids there - many of whom have been to camp, are currently in the day camp, or are coming next week. They are great and Leah is falling in love with them. My goals for the week are to get my fundraising letter(s) written for Kansas so that they can go out soon and get the truck into the shop - we’ll see how it goes. (If the former doesn’t happen I won’t eat next year - and if the later doesn’t happen I would be driving anywhere anytime soon.)
My job has me in an interesting position this summer - I am at camp yet I am very distant from the things that are going on - I work 40 hours a week in a camp environment and as a result don’t feel like I am at camp since most of my work takes place away from campers (making sure that we have volunteers and that they are coming). Yet in the same breath, I am having a difficult time carving out time for myself.
This week I have been going through and cleaning out a bunch of my stuff getting ready for the move - as a result last night I found some old CDs - ahh the music of junior high.
maybe when i once again have some sleep I’ll be inspired to write something slightly deeper.