We the counselors found out a bit about our schedules for the first section of the summer. We instead of being camp counselors starting Sunday, we have an extra week due to some random stuff in administration with the school we will be doing the camp for. Because of the schedule change, yesterday, we actually got to go “into town.” It was the WEIRDEST thing to see all the electrical outlets and stop lights and illuminated signage and price tags and last but not least—
INTERNET!!
Bless the Lord! I got signed into Panera Bread’s free internet and got into my comfy seat with my toesies propped up. I had been planning for days on what I would do as soon as I got on the internet. I got onto Google and just froze. Such opportunity and so many things to pick. I just stared at my Google Search box for 45 seconds teeming with joy and couldn’t think of ANYTHING to type! I finally figured it out, but I was ashamed of my inability to think when faced with the whole world at my fingertips.
New thought. There are two different types of mosquitoes here. Smart and fast ones, and dumb and slow ones. I prefer the latter. And only for one reason. Because I can kill them. BAM! Gotcha. With a quick thwip of my middle finger and thumg flicking his corpse off my skin, I relish in the joy that fills my heart when I lure them onto my skin just for them to be smacked into smitherines by my palm. Success.
It’s the smart and fast ones that make me angry. These are also the ones from which I suffer all my impossible mosquito bites on my legs, arms, back, butt, and neck. I want to say the pests—“I’m sorry, but those places are to be enjoyed only by soap and my future hubby,” but they don’t listen. But at least it gives me a brilliant and no-lie reason to not have to shave for a while. I’m just gonna be so hairy and that will be a little bit embarrassing.
Last thought for the evening. I have lost my raincoat and it is now that it decides to rain. Yesterday we had a huge storm system come through and I don’t have my AMAZING L. L. Bean outer coat. I feel like such a whiner whenever I whimper coatless and wet through the woods. But I must be grateful. I am really praying it will just show up somewhere, but it’s not looking to wonderful at the moment.
Well, it’s 11:32pm on June 22, 2011. I’m sleepy and I must be alert for I was definitely dozing during the lecture today. I can’t let that happen again. Long live 8-hour sleep nights!
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