Attention everybody!
I have survived another week of camp in the woods with the mosquitoes (and now flies) and sweat and other stuff. I’m SO proud of myself for I feel like I am defeating a lot of my personal fears and learning to live within an environment that I do not prefer. I must tell you about my weekend for it was filled with a few adventures. First off.
I must share with my bloggers that I really, really, really like food. It makes me happy if it’s tasty and my heart skips a beat when it’s delicious. Mm-mm-good! Well, one of the other staffers and I were invited to another staffer’s house for dinner which was incredibly tasty. I got to wash and re-twist my hair in non-sulfur/rust water and got my belly full and my mind full with mindless TV-watching. It was refreshing. Then we returned home at about midnight.
My buddy for the evening and I were a little bit sleepy—actually a lot—and I decided to just not set my alarm clock. I just wanted to lay in bed and pretend that I was in a coma. So I drifted off at about midnight. I turned to look at my clock at 8AM and thought, “Eh. Not good enough,” and rolled over. Then I woke up again and it was 11. “That’s better” and then had to go pee. I crawled back in bed, counted the slats on the upper bunk and fell back asleep. In my dreams, my back started to feel a little misaligned so I woke up. “Wow! 1 o’clock. I need a snack.” I grabbed some salted almonds. Readjust, stretch….
4PM. A few Kashi cereal handfuls.
6PM. Yawn. Stretch.
“Why’s it look so hazy outside?” 7:30!!! Whoa.
By golly, I have slept not just all day, but for ¾ of the day. My back is broken, my legs are squishy, and my belly is pudgy and in need of some sustenance. Guilt rises to haunt me, but I squelch it immediately. I DESERVE to nap and chill for 18 hours, right? Of course I do.
I stumble into the kitchen trying to figure out how to walk again for it’s been a whole ¾ of a day since the last time I made any significant expendage (yes, I made up that word) of calories. I’ve got granola bars and a few almonds and my friend’s Ramen Noodles.
I must share with you my history of eating Ramen Noodles. There isn’t one. I kinda made a vow in my 9-year-old head that I would never get to the point in my life where I would need to eat Ramen Noodles. I was “boojie” with my gastronomic palate even at the tender age of pre-pubescence. But I had no choice. I read the directions. I found it funny how I can make 5-cheese lasagna or beef wellington or broccoli salad with little guidance and need to actually read the back of the noodles to figure out how to cook them. Oh the irony.
It wasn’t too difficult. Didn’t take long. My need for sustenance was satisfied. I felt the MSG and the wheat paste coat my esophagus all the way down to my colon. It was a great experience.
I also found it hysterical as I recollected upon my freshman year of college when I re-vowed to myself to never eat Ramen Noodles for I knew that it was a staple in the college diet. I wanted to be more creative. I kept that vow, but less than 7 weeks after graduating with my Master’s, I am in the woods of Holly chomping down on Noodles. Go figure.
I then with my fellow staffer compatriot went tramping through the woods to get to the lake to watch the sunset. We made it to with almost 90 minutes to spare. We sat down and discussed our amazement at being able to sleep an entire day and I was then schooled on the murders of Tupac and this guy named Biggie or Notorious B.I.G. from the 90s. Then out of nowhere came this moth. It was flying in a concentric circular pattern like one of his wings was handicapped and he was trying to compensate, but couldn’t. Then he just dive-bombed the water and starts fluttering there. I was in much distress cuz I didn’t want to watch a suffocating and drowning moth! I told Jesus, “Oh my golly! He’s in such pain. I can’t bear it!” And then BLIP! Just like that it was gone and replaced by a water bubble. I burst into hysterical laughs. OMG A FISH JUST MURDERED THE MOTH!! It was the coolest thing ever to see. We looked for the fish but he continued on to bigger and better things I guess cuz we never saw the murderer. The moth will go down into urban legend and hypotheses just like Tupac. R.I.P Mr. Moth and Mr. Tupac.
And just as the sun was about to set, we heard footsteps. Apparently there was a miscommunication between a renter of the camp and the camp owners. I don’t care to know all the details. I’m just a camp counselor. I am learning to stay in my realm of responsibility and not venture out into curiosity and gossip-able information. Most times I fail at this. So they were never a bother until now. We heard the footsteps and I rolled my eyes. “Not now!!! Just as the sun is about to set?!” They start clamoring with the canoes and paddles and messed up the smooth glassy meniscus of the water and then proceeded to chat and laugh and giggle. I proceeded to talk about them in my head.
“Oh no they didn’t just get into MY lake in MY boats during MY sunset and ruin MY private moment with MY nature in MY Michigan!!!” But alas they didn’t hear my mental bullets and kept enjoying the lake not knowing how close they were to a verbal assault with impending casualties. Oh well. I’ll have to try the sunset later.
I stayed awake until about 1:30 and headed off to bed to get ready for Sunday where another adventure awaited me.
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