Today was quiet and easy. I watched a hole for an hour or so, while water was pumped out of it and into another tank - not as dumb as it sounds; it's a safety thing, with all those little eight-year-old campers running around. Kids are fastAnd then I filed. Organized two drawers of hanging file folders, labelling and alphabetizing. It was a little ( Read more... )

The waves crash in, and the tide rolls out;
It's an angry sea, but there's no doubt
That the lighthouse will keep shining out,
To warn a lonely sailor.

The lightning strikes, and the wind cuts cold
Through the sailor's bones, through the sailor's soul;
'Til there's nothing left that he can hold,
Except the rolling ocean.

( And I am ready for the storm ... )