Week 6 is over. But not finished.
I made it. Sort of.
I am surprised, though I can't talk much. My throat has been in a constant state of hoarseness for the last several weeks. Congestion, with no right to whine, I worked in AC everyday, which just made walking outside that much worse.
I wanted to be full throttle to the end, but truthfully, I think the tank may have ran out and I just coasted over the finish line. We cleaned the store today, I cleaned Goetz this afternoon while the rest of the staff had their party at the Legends (some place in KC, never been, nor desire to go) which included that elusive movie ticket to see Endgame (or the movie of their choice) it was a running Wednesday night campfire thing. Me, I had to work in the store on Saturdays and never got the chance to help my building mates clean, so I worked on it today.
So, review for the summer? Well, technically, it isn't over. Next week, starting Wednesday (yippeee two plus days off IN A ROW) Webelos camp through Sunday AM. Then nearly a week off, and Pow Wow the weekend after. Which I will be able to go and assist in the blessing of my granddaughter Rachel.
What about the summer?
No white paint for me, nor deserving of it. My friend Jerry did finally get it.
We saw two sessions of Coed Troops at Camp. Mixed feelings on that, most of which has been covered previously. Not that big of a deal. The bigger deal will be the integration of the Honor Camping Society (Mic-O-Say) likely next year, but not a given. Of more interest will be the elevation to White Paint (or White Coup) of a woman. I thought for sure it would happen this year, but I am on the outside looking in, so....
Trying to gauge how I feel about this year. Last year, I taught a class three hours a day. That was fun, and what was more fun was seeing several of those kids this year in the Trading Post remembering me from that class last year. I felt that I made a difference teaching. Which brings me to the whole point
Part of my wanting to be on Staff is to give back. This was my 41st year since I was tapped. To most I am an old guy (author included) but to a few, I am not. Regardless, feel somewhat of a debt to the Pony Express Council in general, and Camp Geiger and the Tribe in particular. No, can't explain it. Except that that explains the long days, the refusal to leave when some tasks aren't finished, the need to go back to the store after the AD meeting on Wednesday night. Yes, I know that doing so doesn't change anything, that all it did was stretch that rubber band a little tighter, or run that gas tank a little farther without a pit stop. What ever comparison one might choose to use.
Believe me when I say that I need the time off.
Still the question isn't answered, what good am I doing anyone running the Trading Post? Not that I don't love it. In spite of the hours, I do love it. I guess it raises money for the Council. That is important. Hopefully it will make a difference. Somehow. Somewhere. oh, and one more time...
#BuyMoreSlushies
I am surprised, though I can't talk much. My throat has been in a constant state of hoarseness for the last several weeks. Congestion, with no right to whine, I worked in AC everyday, which just made walking outside that much worse.
I wanted to be full throttle to the end, but truthfully, I think the tank may have ran out and I just coasted over the finish line. We cleaned the store today, I cleaned Goetz this afternoon while the rest of the staff had their party at the Legends (some place in KC, never been, nor desire to go) which included that elusive movie ticket to see Endgame (or the movie of their choice) it was a running Wednesday night campfire thing. Me, I had to work in the store on Saturdays and never got the chance to help my building mates clean, so I worked on it today.
So, review for the summer? Well, technically, it isn't over. Next week, starting Wednesday (yippeee two plus days off IN A ROW) Webelos camp through Sunday AM. Then nearly a week off, and Pow Wow the weekend after. Which I will be able to go and assist in the blessing of my granddaughter Rachel.
What about the summer?
No white paint for me, nor deserving of it. My friend Jerry did finally get it.
We saw two sessions of Coed Troops at Camp. Mixed feelings on that, most of which has been covered previously. Not that big of a deal. The bigger deal will be the integration of the Honor Camping Society (Mic-O-Say) likely next year, but not a given. Of more interest will be the elevation to White Paint (or White Coup) of a woman. I thought for sure it would happen this year, but I am on the outside looking in, so....
Trying to gauge how I feel about this year. Last year, I taught a class three hours a day. That was fun, and what was more fun was seeing several of those kids this year in the Trading Post remembering me from that class last year. I felt that I made a difference teaching. Which brings me to the whole point
Part of my wanting to be on Staff is to give back. This was my 41st year since I was tapped. To most I am an old guy (author included) but to a few, I am not. Regardless, feel somewhat of a debt to the Pony Express Council in general, and Camp Geiger and the Tribe in particular. No, can't explain it. Except that that explains the long days, the refusal to leave when some tasks aren't finished, the need to go back to the store after the AD meeting on Wednesday night. Yes, I know that doing so doesn't change anything, that all it did was stretch that rubber band a little tighter, or run that gas tank a little farther without a pit stop. What ever comparison one might choose to use.
Believe me when I say that I need the time off.
Still the question isn't answered, what good am I doing anyone running the Trading Post? Not that I don't love it. In spite of the hours, I do love it. I guess it raises money for the Council. That is important. Hopefully it will make a difference. Somehow. Somewhere. oh, and one more time...
#BuyMoreSlushies
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