I can’t even comprehend how slow the days seem to go by here. Was it really 16 hours ago that I slouched up to the flagpole, my hair awry and then bolted pancakes and hashbrowns down my throat? (So much for my healthy eating camp resolution, eh?)
The highlights of today includeOOOH I didn’t tell you about the highlights of yesterday! Whilst standing in the dining hall as nattering about the end of the world rolled around the cabin a freak storm attacked and out of the window we just saw this sudden claw of green followed by a ruptured groan and a sudden shudder. Now, when I tell you a tree fell down, I don’t want you to imagine that little sycamore that you pass on your way to the bus stop. I don’t even want you to imagine that chesnut that you went and collected conkers from as a little kid. I want you to imagine a huge, sprawling pine tree, 100ft tall that suddenly split and plummeted to the ground. What’s worse is that the assistant camp directors caravan stood shivering in the wake and… where was Karen? After asking about we found that Karen had just gone to get her washing in. Karen’s washing was outside her caravan. Oh my jesus.
People ran outside, rain stapling into their bare limbs and then they saw the green chaos writhing on the ground. Forunately Karen, zipped up in a black raincoat emerged from the scene unclawed but obviously shaken. The brushes had practically stroked her as he walked back in. Yikes and yow.
I’ve never seen something that scary happen in front of my eyes. I literally thought that my peers conversation was coming true and the world was ending. I always romanticised about my life ending in some heroic way, not lolling about in sweaty sports shorts and clutching a water bottle to my chest.
As for today, we did the most stereotypical thing and had a campfire. We toasted marshmallows, we had the guitar out and we spoke about what we were thankful for. I swear, by the time I leave this place I’m actually going to be all about ‘talking about my feelings’. Here’s a hoping. Not.
I really should publish these or I’m going to have a ridiculous amount that come at once. However, I’m still struggling to find a name for my blog. My Atlanta one is: getmesomegrits.blogspot.com which was a moment of genius on my behalf, but Middletown NY in a field? Is that really catchy enough?
Well my chums, I shall sleep on it. I’m sat in my bed and feeling the chilly night creep in. Time to get under the blankets I think and catch a few z’s for it’s an early morning tomorrow! I can’t believe I’m now a 7am woman. I hope this for continues for those who rise early… sleep early?! Damn bloody proverbial power. I’m going to bed.
ZZZZZZZ
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