Once a year we pull kids from life and stick them on a lake in olympia washington. During this week we run them nearly to dropping point with water skiing, inner tubes, games, and late nights in the cabin. It is a life changing experience filled with all sorts of joy, heart ache and healing. It is an event I look forward to every year.
Death by meeting. We are now sitting in a meeting talking about all the little details that it takes to make this camp so wonderful. Sometimes it feels like we are arguing over the color of the carpet. And my arse hurts. My eyes feel like they are being slowly squeezed from my head like two grapes. I wonder if they will bounce or just plop on the floor?
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