Last Week's To Do List:
1. Grieve for a brother, who by all accounts, ought to be on the other side by now.
2. Get the kids and me ready for camp. The oldest three are registered in the same week, and I am scheduled as a cook. That expectation has graciously been reduced to "Whatever you can, or can't do will be fine, don't worry about it".
3. Drive the husband to the clinic for minor surgery on his absessed knee, then 15 minutes south to another community every day for a dressing change where they stuff the open incision with sterile gauze while Brian digs holes into the stretcher with his fingernails.
4. Scratch. My body, not sure how to deal with the whirlwind of emotion and stress thrust upon it, has ever so helpfully broken into hives. These insanely itchy little nodules travel from face to limb, not wanting any part of me to feel less cared for.
5. Drive 3.5 hours to camp, move the kids into their respective cabins, and me into the cooks' quarters. My preoccupation having been largely on the children, and other life events.... I opened the rear of the caravan and had a bit of a giggle. My week's worth of camp supplies are sensibly packed into one rough tote for ease of transfer. Unfortunately, the bin is still at home, and it looks as though moving in this year will be exceedingly easy. After scouring the van's interior, I came up with a few items to make my stay more comfortable.
* a tea towel, aka a swimsuit top, change in underwear, or simply, a towel.
*a running magazine, complete with info on how you really only need a little black dress. (too bad I grew out of, and forgot said necessary item..)
*Spongebob tin, empty- no mood stabilizers, inflatable t-shirts, or toothbrushes.
*a few odds and ends: a plastic arrow, lipstick, coffee creamer, melted chocolate bar, sample of cream to rub on stretch marks, and some tylenol.
I'm grateful now, in unexpected ways:
That I spend most nights having nightmares about putting metal bowls and babies into microwaves. I don't think the flow of the dream will be overly affected by my attempting sleep on a bare, blue plastic mattress.
That I hate hygiene anyhow. I hate getting wet.
That I get a free staff t-shirt (oversized), that will double as a nightshirt, and forgivingly cover my generous rear end when I resort to borrowing my 10 year old daughter's "stretch" capris.
That my friends, and fellow cook-ies see the light side of life, and I get to fall asleep at night on a borrowed pillow and sheet laughing, and dreaming up new and innovative uses for a handbag filled with useless things.
Joyce's to do list THIS week:
~ Just do the best you can
~ Remember people are praying for you and get by on those prayers.
Hugs, my friend.
amidts it all i'm glad you can still laugh
i had a good giggle at your pic!
still thinking of you
You travel 'light'for a person of the opposing sex! Oh freudian slip..heh heh..
I mean the opposite sex.
I hate getting wet and drying off but I love being in the water.
Is that what you mean?
Hi joyce. What you missed.
Us getting increasingly tired
Us making rude comments to any annoying staff.
Us secretly cutting up the director because he was not up to our superior standards and have now decided that next year I will single handedly run the whole camp( not sure how I'll get my nursing certificate and a broze cross)
Me sleeping with a very beautiful blond girl.
Checking our a very small bomb that a red head had build.
Oh and did I mention that we got inspected by the food and health inspector on Wednesday. Seems most of the responsibility for the life and welfare of those 80 children lies on the head cooks sholders. Pat named me head cook. So much for the dear little hippi camp.. O.K. I'm tired I need my husband, my hot tub , my gin I didn,t get last week and to let you know It was a great week but that you were dearly missed. Hope you've had some wonderful visits..Love always.
i like your list.
it's amazing how little we need to exist in one week, heh? when i was a teeny bopper i used to go camping with about 14 pairs of shoes???!! unbelievable. ! and then in my 20's i couldnt travel without about 14 pounds of earings.
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