on the rim

Camp has ended for the season. An epilogue of sorts for the last several posts. One has to have a special zeal to be a 54 year old rookie staff guy.  Or maybe just crazy.  If the second, then what does it say that I reapplied for next year?  Yeah. What did I learn?  To be grateful to those friends that give you rides from the Dining Hall.  And sometimes to it.  To be grateful for a kind word at an opportune moment.  To be more adamant about needing a Driving pass. (partially kidding on that one) That sometimes your desire to help and do good is frustrated by physics, or, a lack of ice to bag. All for a pair of square coup. Yes, I put them on.  Yes, they are on the back of a lanyard where they will rarely be seen.  I have reached that point that I need to start a second string or something.  I am old. I asked the Camp Director what my odds are of being on Staff next year, if at least 50/50.  He said at least that, so ...

Feeling very odd today.  Part is that I am feeling so much better than I did the last half of the week just ended.  I am very tired, and yet here I am writing at 10:20 pm Sunday night.  If I don't know, then I don't know when I would.  And I need to do it. Last Saturday, we were given some guidance to think about for our weekend off. (24 hours).  It was pointed out that the boys in camp don't look towards the camp director  or program director in a hero worship sort of way, it is the instructors, the young man at the Trading Post, the Dining Hall staff.  Yes there are exceptions to that, (who doesn't remember Mountain Man from a few years ago announcing which quadrant could come up for seconds, at the Dining Hall, or a Program or Camp Director doing a log roll or cartwheels at a campfire? As an adult leader, I always focused on the leadership style of the program and camp director.  Do those guys make kids want to come back to Camp Geiger?...

I wanted to post a few housekeeping items and then an update. First, #VisionofLove the pageant, is not going to be held this year.  The scheduling was such that it just couldn't go.  There are plans to do some audio work, perhaps an audio book.  While the work will not be presented this year, the message is too powerful to ignore.  I have been practicing, even at camp on the music, and my experience here has helped me to more clearly see his vision of Love for me. An expression of gratitude to those who helped my mom pack, sort through stuff, and get her moved into her apartment.  And especially to Sarah. So the rookie old, fat staff guy has made it halfway.  We camped nearly 1,000 kids (or maybe more, didn't hear the exact count) the first three weeks.  It is anticipated that over the next three, starting today, there will be about 500.  So a marked difference.  This week, I think they said 150 boys, or so.  It was a slow day at t...