Today was the definition of what a day at camp is suppose to look like.
This week I've been blessed with probably one of the best cabins I'll ever have, but everything in me so far this week, has tried to hide my utter exhaustion. My campers have all noticed. One camper, the quietest and most polite of them all, actually made the comment at lunch yesterday, "We know something's bothering you... we can just tell." What? How? I asked her if it was just because I was staring off at nothing again, because, I informed her, I do that a lot. But she said I've been out of wack all week... man, what a bummer. She must have really had her hopes up for a spectacular counselor... she must have heard some really awesome things, and I feel like I'm not living up to it... and I know I've been a little less like me this week... but it's just because I'm exhausted right? That's a pretty good excuse I'd say. The quote on my dove dark chocolate from this week said, "Renew your sense of discovery" and I just wished more than anything that I could!
Today was not the same.
Today we had a water fight up on the road, and of course, being the brilliant girls that we are, none of us wore our swimsuits... we just thought we'd get a little splashed, little did we know the boys were planning a hose and trash can soaking attack. After we were all thoroughly drenched from head to toe time and time again, we all ran to the hot tub and slid right on in with all our clothes on. As we sat in the sandy, dirty brown bubbles, we giggled, and splashed and chatted... all 18 of us. It was gross, but it was fun.
The girls swam on the water toys after that, and then we headed up to enjoy a lunch full of discussing our next biggest prank... Unfortunately it was the biggest fail we've had all week, and to make up for it, we ended up just tossing pitchers of water on my cabins new favorite adopted staff member out playing volleyball. We did come up with great pranks though, that will soon be taking place, just as soon as I get back to camp.
Freezing the boys' swim trunks.
Dumping water and throwing flour.
Peanut butter and jelly FACE sandwich.
Silly string and water guns.
Toilet paper wrapping.
This week is going to be SO fun!
And sleeping under the stars on the ballfield tomorrow night! I just can't wait! I love my job! And to top it all off, in the two hours that I get for free time each day, I get to swim and tan, and play volleyball, and take naps and write letters, and e-mail people about Thailand and Costa Rica- finishing SM stuff up, and do ZUMBA! Can it get much better? Oh! I forgot! It can! Because I live on the third floor, and the hike is worth the view, because I never miss a sunset, and they're always gorgeous on the lake, with the sun setting over the mountain and the moon coming up on the other side. Camp has got to be a little piece of heaven on earth... and we wonder what keeps everyone coming back year after year... It is what it is. AWESOME.
There's nothin' better than my mother's pumpkin bread.
It's been my favorite food since peanut butter and jelly outgrew it's welcome in the 3rd grade.
It's my favorite midnight snack. Ask anyone in the house and they'll tell you a sneaky mouse came through the kitchen in the middle of the night... every night it's there!
Living away from home this year at college, I've tried to make it on my own thinking, if I could just relive the goodness in my mouth...it'll be like a sweet taste of home.
It's just not the same.
I even use the SAME recipe! Our recipe is a secret family recipe, passed down from my grandmother, to my mother, to my sister and I, and anyone who try's my mom's pumpkin bread asks for the recipe, but this is one thing we never hand out.
I've tried to make it over and over! My sister has made it over and over (uh... it's not bad sis, just not the same...ha!)!
It's just NOT the same!
There's just something missing...
I've got the allspice, the nutmeg, the cinnamon... the flour, the sugar --the base and the core. We even use pumpkin my mom carved out herself (ssshhh!! that's one of the secrets)!
It's always moist --never under or over baked.
Soft and spongy.
Always the perfect amount of chocolate chips.
Consistently pure bliss --always, without fail.
Maybe it's a mom thing. Maybe I'm just missing all that extra love she pours in with it. My whole life she's just been serving us, pleasing us... loving us.
Maybe that's the step I've skipped.
I don't know what it's like to love my own child, but maybe that fragile, raw, selfless love that makes us pour out more of ourselves than we could ever get back... maybe THAT'S the secret ingredient that draws me in, and always keeps me coming back for more.
I love this song! It's my new favorite! Just listen, the mood is just perfect.
Today reminds me a lot of Christmas. I remember, and it makes me miss the magical moments. Today is REALLY good, don't get me wrong, I have two feet, two arms, two eyes, two hands, all in pretty good working condition. Today is great. I remember at Christmas being home alone during the beginning of break and going downtown one night to sit at this cute little coffee shop, with the veranda all lit up in white lights. I sat inside with my hot "White Christmas" drink and wrote a letter for three hours. Then I walked along Main street and soaked in the air. There's something about the trees all lit up that makes it really magical here. I'm going to miss this place next year. I'm sitting at the same coffee shop today. This time I'm in the same place I sat the last time I came here, which was right after I went to see the Nutcracker with a friend. It was only a few days after I came and wrote my letter... still Christmasy, still magical. And today, with the rain pouring, and the hippie music in my ears, it's still got the same feel. I'm really missing Christmas. The whole first quarter of college was pretty incredible, I wouldn't change a thing... but I miss it now. I'm glad the years over, I must just remember that I have a new chapter of adventure ahead of me now.
Rain trickles down the windows leaving a pattern of droplets -legacy. Gray and dreary with the sound and smell bringing reassurance -hope. Sprinkles fall to the ground with a SPLAT and soak into the soil with ambition -purpose.
Studying for finals is kicking my butt. Last night I checked on my syllabus for a class and found out that the test for this class is actually on Monday, rather than Wednesday, which is what I had thought. So I have 3 finals on Monday, one of which I just started studying for 2 hours ago, and I've answered 4 questions so far on the review sheet... out of 22. Ay caramba! I have another final on Wednesday, but it should be fairly easy (hope I didn't just jinx myself), and so after Monday, life should look pretty good. I get SO bored studying, and all the people in Starbucks are SO distracting. I need more energy! That caramel macchiato didn't have enought caffine! What I really need is to go for a run, but I physically can't, so I think I might go for a swim later if time allows for it. I have 3 more hours here until friends are meeting me to do MORE studying on the same subject. Yuck. I need to take a break and do something creative. Every once in a while I'll think about camp, and my heart speeds up a bit. I just can't wait! It's so hard to focus when all I want to do is run around with my campers and swim, and lay out on the beach. I feel like so many of the staff are such good friends this year, and the counseling group is going to be a blast! It's weird to think I won't be in school next year. After this, no more studying for me for a LONG while! Sheesh! It's exciting! Get me outta here! Yes please!