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Back in radio contact
Jul. 31st, 2007 02:28 pmI wrote this last week, but apparently I never actually hit the "Post Entry" button. Oops! More has happened since then, but I don't have the time at the moment. I'll try to write more later.
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Well, I'm back from camp. It was a good year, I would say. Fairly small camp, comparatively speaking, and a staff to match, but we were mighty. I had the oldest guys for my cabin, five 16 year olds who drove me insane but also made this a really fine camp year. I love all my guys, and I already miss them. As far as that goes, I was pretty much immediately struck by the usual post-camp depression and loneliness -- it happens when you're suddenly not surrounded by 60 of your nearest and dearest after having them all up in your business for two weeks -- but I'm getting over that. The healing began with food, then continued with partying, then with lots of TV, more food, and coffee. Oh, the TV. Seriously, I've basically been glued to the TV with occasional interruptions for food. I watched the entire first season of Weeds yesterday, which was an intensely enjoyable experience. Also Say Anything this morning -- one of the best movies ever. And now I'm watching the She-Ra movie, which is... well, if not great at least strangely fascinating, like a trainwreck. But the food side of the equation has been equally nice, what with a stop-in at Chelsea's, the Chimes, and Atcha, not to mention Highland Coffees. I have now also replenished my cardamom supply and obtained a tub of sumac, yay Atcha! Although the chamomile flowers I was going to buy, well, it didn't work out, since all the packages were infested with little bugs. Though to his credit, the cashier did point it out to me (I didn't notice) and immediately dispose of all the packages.
There's a lot I wanted to say about camp, but I always find it's one of those things that's all but impossible to understand out of context. If you've been in a good camp experience, you understand. If not, it's hard to explain the camaraderie and joy of it all.
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Well, I'm back from camp. It was a good year, I would say. Fairly small camp, comparatively speaking, and a staff to match, but we were mighty. I had the oldest guys for my cabin, five 16 year olds who drove me insane but also made this a really fine camp year. I love all my guys, and I already miss them. As far as that goes, I was pretty much immediately struck by the usual post-camp depression and loneliness -- it happens when you're suddenly not surrounded by 60 of your nearest and dearest after having them all up in your business for two weeks -- but I'm getting over that. The healing began with food, then continued with partying, then with lots of TV, more food, and coffee. Oh, the TV. Seriously, I've basically been glued to the TV with occasional interruptions for food. I watched the entire first season of Weeds yesterday, which was an intensely enjoyable experience. Also Say Anything this morning -- one of the best movies ever. And now I'm watching the She-Ra movie, which is... well, if not great at least strangely fascinating, like a trainwreck. But the food side of the equation has been equally nice, what with a stop-in at Chelsea's, the Chimes, and Atcha, not to mention Highland Coffees. I have now also replenished my cardamom supply and obtained a tub of sumac, yay Atcha! Although the chamomile flowers I was going to buy, well, it didn't work out, since all the packages were infested with little bugs. Though to his credit, the cashier did point it out to me (I didn't notice) and immediately dispose of all the packages.
There's a lot I wanted to say about camp, but I always find it's one of those things that's all but impossible to understand out of context. If you've been in a good camp experience, you understand. If not, it's hard to explain the camaraderie and joy of it all.
