the truth

It's late night at camp. I'm on office duty, which means I've got to stay in the office until midnight so that nervous mothers can call to find out about their children. It's Friday night, so most people have gone into town. It was busy in here until 11pm and now it's eerily quiet. With 234 kids in camp, during the day it's never quiet. All these things together have given me a moment to collect my thoughts and write a post.

I'm slowly understanding what my role in camp is. I didn't at first and it was causing a variety of different people to get upset with my work. That's been corrected and now things have settled down into a routine that everyone can live with. The boys in my cabin are awesome. They're a good bunch and they're old enough that I don't have to worry about wandering (it's a big problem).

There's very little personal time so I don't get caught up in everything that's happening around me. I realize that I'm in the dark about most things and that's fine by me. Gossip isn't something I want to get involved with. It's better that I know nothing than go out and try to find out everything. Makes life easier. I can go on believing that things are fine (they aren't by the way).

I don't know what else to say. The batteries on my camera have died. I'm re-reading one of my favourite books, The Razor's Edge by Somerset Maugham, during the few moments I have and it's making me happy.

My goal is during the summer to post one of these late Friday night posts every week. I'll periodically post during the week but there isn't going to be much here for a while. I'll be back with a vengeance in the fall after I'm back from camp but for the moment you're going just going to have to deal with these vague and long-winded posts.

Apologizes to Queen Mary and everyone else.