Starting tomorrow I am directing a week of camp for girls grades 4 through 6. I have been swimming in lists labeled “to do”, “to buy” and “to gather”. At the moment I have a load in the washer and a load in the dryer and have just finished previewing the movie we plan to have for movie night—I had to make sure it wouldn’t give the girls nightmares or giddiness. In cabins with 10 girls there is a certain amount of hysteria expected.
My daughter and son-in-law and grandbaby who have been here for a month are leaving tomorrow also. So I have to kiss that chubby sweet baby face goodbye for another stretch of time.
You can imagine with all of us doing errands and buying and gathering and packing what a commotion there has been. The past couple of days my phone and my cell phone have been ringing every 5 minutes with last minute questions from counselors and late camper registrations too.
All week I have been looking for wrapping paper on a roll that is maps, old maps or fanciful maps (I was even thinking of Pooh’s “100 AKER Wood”), anything that would look like a map to be a table runner for banquet night. Our theme is “Journey” using the book Hinds Feet on High Places as a starting point. I went to Craft Warehouse, Pier 1 Imports, World Market, Learning Palace, and IKEA. Not one map anywhere, let alone on rolls of paper. I know I have seen it at other times. So I came home from my last effort to find it today and next to “Map wrapping paper” on my “to buy” list, I scratched it out and wrote a note to self: “forget about it”. Then I went down to the laundry and rummaged in my basement behind the hurricane of half-done projects and kids’ stored left-behinds, and guess what I found. A big roll of antique map wrapping paper, perfect for table runners on the banquet tables.
What is the message here? It’s hard not to interpret it as proof for the “Never throw anything away because you might need it” school of thought. Or I could get the message, “Keep better track of your inventory”, or “Don’t let your stuff get into such a mess that you are driving yourself crazy looking for it” (only I wasn’t looking for it because I had no idea that I had such a thing in my basement). Another interpretation is “God is good, He is my Help in times of trouble, wigged-out stress, and other incompetencies”. That’s the one I’m going with. I’m counting on it for the whole week.
a happy camper after store time
modeling the hat she just learned to make