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So even though I apparently have posted in '35 weeks' this is what came up when I went to write a new post:
"So today has been kind of wackadoodle. Nickee told me that she got fired for (alleged) cocaine possession. As soon as I got off the phone with her and walked inside the club, I found out that there had been a fire in the gym. Apparently some punk kid set my trash can on fire. Thanks.
So I spend most of my afternoon mopping up extinguisher powder and talking to the fire department.
Jerry went home for the weekend to hunt and he won't be back until Monday night. I would have gone too except for these stupid saturday basketball games i have to supervise.
I've nearly finished planning for Winter Break Camp. As soon as that is out of the way, it will be time to plan for summer camp again. Its a little nerve wracking that I am doing all the planning this time, but its nice. At least I get to hire my own staff, make my own rules, etc. I still feel tragically inexperienced and wish I had someone I could trust as my assistant director. Really, I'd like to move on to an assistant director job at a residential camp. I just dont know when or where that will happen. It would likely mean MOVING which I dont think Jerry is very keen on.
Really, Id just like to move to NM and work with Sandy and Tara again. It feels like home wherever they are."
And now camp has started once again. We are almost ready to wrap up week one with only one fist fight and no lost or broken children to show for it! My assistant director is a miracle-maker, though I still have to wonder how Nickee would have worked out. I know it would have been a lot different from Katie, but different how, I'm not sure. Katie is great. In fact, she really reminds me a LOT of Tara. Maybe thats why I hired her, I don't know. But she has camp in her blood and she's a genuinely giving, caring and honest person.
Tara, if you're reading, I hope you got my letter. I'll call tomorrow to wish you a happy birthday and I hope you can talk, though I know camp is under way. If my letter was too heavy, forgive me. Some of it was sort of stream of conciousness while other parts were more concise. Just my thoughts & feelings on paper, I guess. Miss you and can't wait for the end of summer when you're home with Nic and I for a little while.
I broke up that fist fight today and I'm already losing my voice. I have NEVER heard that many obscenities come out of a 13 year old's mouth! If it hadn't been so serious I probably would have laughed!
Jerry is at softball practice in Indy so I'm here alone... and starving. I've barely been eating since camp started. I just don't have time and then when I get home there's really nothing here to eat either! Maybe I'll eat zane...
"So today has been kind of wackadoodle. Nickee told me that she got fired for (alleged) cocaine possession. As soon as I got off the phone with her and walked inside the club, I found out that there had been a fire in the gym. Apparently some punk kid set my trash can on fire. Thanks.
So I spend most of my afternoon mopping up extinguisher powder and talking to the fire department.
Jerry went home for the weekend to hunt and he won't be back until Monday night. I would have gone too except for these stupid saturday basketball games i have to supervise.
I've nearly finished planning for Winter Break Camp. As soon as that is out of the way, it will be time to plan for summer camp again. Its a little nerve wracking that I am doing all the planning this time, but its nice. At least I get to hire my own staff, make my own rules, etc. I still feel tragically inexperienced and wish I had someone I could trust as my assistant director. Really, I'd like to move on to an assistant director job at a residential camp. I just dont know when or where that will happen. It would likely mean MOVING which I dont think Jerry is very keen on.
Really, Id just like to move to NM and work with Sandy and Tara again. It feels like home wherever they are."
And now camp has started once again. We are almost ready to wrap up week one with only one fist fight and no lost or broken children to show for it! My assistant director is a miracle-maker, though I still have to wonder how Nickee would have worked out. I know it would have been a lot different from Katie, but different how, I'm not sure. Katie is great. In fact, she really reminds me a LOT of Tara. Maybe thats why I hired her, I don't know. But she has camp in her blood and she's a genuinely giving, caring and honest person.
Tara, if you're reading, I hope you got my letter. I'll call tomorrow to wish you a happy birthday and I hope you can talk, though I know camp is under way. If my letter was too heavy, forgive me. Some of it was sort of stream of conciousness while other parts were more concise. Just my thoughts & feelings on paper, I guess. Miss you and can't wait for the end of summer when you're home with Nic and I for a little while.
I broke up that fist fight today and I'm already losing my voice. I have NEVER heard that many obscenities come out of a 13 year old's mouth! If it hadn't been so serious I probably would have laughed!
Jerry is at softball practice in Indy so I'm here alone... and starving. I've barely been eating since camp started. I just don't have time and then when I get home there's really nothing here to eat either! Maybe I'll eat zane...