Packing it in
Only two weeks 'til camp!
It's sad how excited I still get about going to camp. No, really. For a week now I've been telling myself to wait to start packing--two weeks out is plenty. And I get giddy when I realize that I'm good to go and pull out my suitcases. Like, I start clapping my hands together. I'm such a nerd.
I spent much of today doing laundry. I had regular laundry to do, plus I wanted to wash camp-related stuff--my blanket, the sheets I'll take, staff shirts, that sort of thing. I ended up with four loads of laundry of my own, plus several more of normal laundry. It took hours. In the middle of that, I started packing up my suitcase, filling it with clothes once they were clean. I'm pretty good on tops, though I've realized I have no pants! That could get interesting. ;) Truthfully, I'll wash those next weekend, since I'll still need to wear some of my jean shorts this week. I can get away without using much of what got packed today. That's why I do it now, so that I'm not tempted to wear any of the clothes I want to bring and then am stuck doing laundry right before I go. I don't want to have to worry about it.
I also cleaned the bathrooms for the first time in ages, which is gross to admit but summers are always busy. There's been some spot-cleaning, but nothing thorough in a while. This was a little more difficult to do since I'd also started packing my toiletries, and they were in the corner of my countertop. After last year's plane trip, though, I do have a few more containers for things, so I have a convenient bottle for my shower gel. It's labeled shampoo, though, but I don't want to take the label off in case I do need to fly somewhere again. I already had bottles I've been using for probably a couple decades for shampoo and conditioner, but I couldn't verify the amount of liquid they hold so I just went ahead and got 3 oz. bottles last year.
How I've managed to get through the day without collapsing, I'm not sure. I had another night where I didn't sleep well. About 3:20 AM, there was this weird sound outside, sort of metallic, that possibly could have been a firework or, more sinister, a gunshot. Half an hour later, I heard the same sound again. It wasn't nearby, but it was in the vicinity. I'll need to check the police reports in the coming days in case it was something bad. It also sounded like people were drag racing, a couple times, and then somebody's dog was barking. All of this conspired to keep me from sleeping or staying asleep. There have been times today where I wasn't sure I could stay awake--shades of band last week. Ugh. I hope I sleep tonight.
Oh, right, I also worked on emailing the counselors. That took a while, because I wanted to make sure I said everything necessary, and then I needed to get all their emails, and I made the mistake of trying to copy and paste them from one format (spreadsheet) to another (basic text document) and that froze the program. Naturally, I hadn't saved the letter I'd typed up offline, and I could only see half of it while the cursor spun and spun; I managed to retype half of it into a different word processing program before force-quitting the basic text program. Great. However, it turned out that the letter reappeared somehow when I restarted that program, phew, so I was able to re-create it easily, though I kept it in the more comprehensive file after all that, especially considering I did save that, just in case. I just wanted to touch base with everyone, especially since I wasn't the one to email them this year to say hey, you're going. There's also an email I sent to the rookies (we have about a half-dozen of them this year), and I wanted to get out the counselor duties I'd written up last year. I'll still email them next week to talk about the Saturday before camp. The good news is that one counselor replied; I'd said that some of the flute and trumpet counselors should be prepared to teach other instruments, and this counselor said she'd be fine with that. I told her, perfect, because I've had you on clarinets all along. So at least she knows. I don't anticipate much will transpire this week, as Mr. C is off fishing, but who knows. It's camp. Strange things tend to happen.
It's sad how excited I still get about going to camp. No, really. For a week now I've been telling myself to wait to start packing--two weeks out is plenty. And I get giddy when I realize that I'm good to go and pull out my suitcases. Like, I start clapping my hands together. I'm such a nerd.
I spent much of today doing laundry. I had regular laundry to do, plus I wanted to wash camp-related stuff--my blanket, the sheets I'll take, staff shirts, that sort of thing. I ended up with four loads of laundry of my own, plus several more of normal laundry. It took hours. In the middle of that, I started packing up my suitcase, filling it with clothes once they were clean. I'm pretty good on tops, though I've realized I have no pants! That could get interesting. ;) Truthfully, I'll wash those next weekend, since I'll still need to wear some of my jean shorts this week. I can get away without using much of what got packed today. That's why I do it now, so that I'm not tempted to wear any of the clothes I want to bring and then am stuck doing laundry right before I go. I don't want to have to worry about it.
I also cleaned the bathrooms for the first time in ages, which is gross to admit but summers are always busy. There's been some spot-cleaning, but nothing thorough in a while. This was a little more difficult to do since I'd also started packing my toiletries, and they were in the corner of my countertop. After last year's plane trip, though, I do have a few more containers for things, so I have a convenient bottle for my shower gel. It's labeled shampoo, though, but I don't want to take the label off in case I do need to fly somewhere again. I already had bottles I've been using for probably a couple decades for shampoo and conditioner, but I couldn't verify the amount of liquid they hold so I just went ahead and got 3 oz. bottles last year.
How I've managed to get through the day without collapsing, I'm not sure. I had another night where I didn't sleep well. About 3:20 AM, there was this weird sound outside, sort of metallic, that possibly could have been a firework or, more sinister, a gunshot. Half an hour later, I heard the same sound again. It wasn't nearby, but it was in the vicinity. I'll need to check the police reports in the coming days in case it was something bad. It also sounded like people were drag racing, a couple times, and then somebody's dog was barking. All of this conspired to keep me from sleeping or staying asleep. There have been times today where I wasn't sure I could stay awake--shades of band last week. Ugh. I hope I sleep tonight.
Oh, right, I also worked on emailing the counselors. That took a while, because I wanted to make sure I said everything necessary, and then I needed to get all their emails, and I made the mistake of trying to copy and paste them from one format (spreadsheet) to another (basic text document) and that froze the program. Naturally, I hadn't saved the letter I'd typed up offline, and I could only see half of it while the cursor spun and spun; I managed to retype half of it into a different word processing program before force-quitting the basic text program. Great. However, it turned out that the letter reappeared somehow when I restarted that program, phew, so I was able to re-create it easily, though I kept it in the more comprehensive file after all that, especially considering I did save that, just in case. I just wanted to touch base with everyone, especially since I wasn't the one to email them this year to say hey, you're going. There's also an email I sent to the rookies (we have about a half-dozen of them this year), and I wanted to get out the counselor duties I'd written up last year. I'll still email them next week to talk about the Saturday before camp. The good news is that one counselor replied; I'd said that some of the flute and trumpet counselors should be prepared to teach other instruments, and this counselor said she'd be fine with that. I told her, perfect, because I've had you on clarinets all along. So at least she knows. I don't anticipate much will transpire this week, as Mr. C is off fishing, but who knows. It's camp. Strange things tend to happen.