Two weeks left of camp. Then a week until staff meetings start all over again. Somethings that I notice about camp that are different now from when I worked here four years ago: I'm bothered by the lack of personal time and space. Even at boarding academy, most days I get off at five and have a few hours to myself. (This is not true for Michael, but that is partially his choice.) I miss my own cooking. The camp food hasn't even been that bad, but I miss vegetables (the unfrozen kind) and well-seasoned food. And actually, I miss cooking itself. I miss time with my husband. Time for each other is rare at best. Even on days off.
But camp is also good. What would I do with two months off to do nothing? Probably just spend way too much money. Or maybe go to Europe. Whatever.
So my grandma is officially moved into the locked dementia unit of an assisted living facility. Mom and Christa went down for two weeks to help with the packing and such. However, Mom accidentally fell through the attic and (luckily) only (very badly) sprained her foot/ankle. And there was a lot of bruising on one side of her body. But now, a month later, the bottom of her foot is almost flat again. Instead of rounded out like a beach ball. Her fall was broken partially by a ladder and partially by a filing cabinet. Which were good things, because she fell over the garage=cement floor.
Mom brought home a lot of Grandma's stuff and we divided it among ourselves. Which seemed like a very strange thing to do before she dies. It was also really emotional. Basically, it sucked.
So that's the summary of my summer so far. I can't imagine that I'll be ready to teach in four weeks. (Eek!) However, I ran into an old friend of mine who is an English teacher, and she gave me a lot of great tips, so I feel greatly encouraged. And when I was talking with her, I actually felt excited. So what does that mean?
