Catching Up

When I write blog entries, I always sort of imagine that I am typing to no one and that this blog is mostly for me to remember all the fun stories that get lost in the hectic schedule of the summer.

But apparently I have "fans". And apparently my fans are upset that I haven't been writing. So I'm back...

The problem is that I don't really have anything interesting to talk about anymore.

August 22- I spent the morning frantically cleaning, keeping the dogs out of the house and around the time every single person who was "up north" for the weekend decided to head home, I did too. I fought the traffic and wished I was still at peaceful quiet camp. When I got home, there was a 20 degree temperature difference and my delicate bulldogs immediately overheated and were forced inside to the air conditioning. They wanted to be back at camp, wandering free, cool breeze running through their fur. I felt guilty and also annoyed by their whining.

My annoyance continued because my house was a mess, the weeds in the backyard up to my waste and no food in sight. I was trying to be excited to see my boyfriend and roommates and be home, but I thought about getting back in the car and going back to camp several times.

The first week home was a whirlwind (as it always is). I spent a lot of time organizing (my house, my boyfriend's house, my office...), shopping, sitting around. I have two entirely different lives- both of which I love. Some people aren't happy at all, so it seems kind of spoiled and bratty to whine about having so much goodness. But it is difficult to re-adjust to a whole different existence- my stuff is in different places, my schedule completely different.

The dogs have spent most of the past 3 weeks pouting and looking like tortured little pound puppies, less than satisfied with my fenced in, small city yard, the fact that my door is not open from morning until night, and that they don't have constant attention from hoards of children.I have been doing my best to give them attention, bring them to the park to let them run free in the trees and I've been leaving my back door open as much as possible. They have the most pampered lives of any animals (better than some people actually), and yet, I feel terribly guilty when they look at me like poor, neglected, caged in, unloved animals (the fact that they sleep with their heads on my pillow, covers up to their little chins, spend every minute of the day playing with piles of toys, chewing on treats and are treated like royalty doesn't make me feel less guilty from taking them from camp).

After a week of adjusting I went back to work on August 30. 310 days or so until summer 2011. I started with updating my month by month to do list and then spent the week reading camper and parent evaluations, looking through 8000 (or more) photos from the summer and laying out next year's weeks, themes and prices. Early Bird registration begins October 1, so the turn around is really fast. I think most people who ask the standard, "so what do you do the rest of the year" would be surprised how early planning actually starts.

This week I have met with the Board of Directors twice, continued with lists of lists, updating paperwork so that we can get the website ready for registration. My staff have begun emailing more and more- the novelty of being home, seeing friends and starting school is wearing off, and they are beginning to ache for camp in a way they never expected.

I've also been spending lots of time with the BF, eagerly catching up on my beloved MTV reality tv shows, running daily, tanning regularly, reading books, seeing friends and sitting... just sitting, doing nothing, soaking in the quiet. I went to the State Fair, took a weekend road trip 4 hours south to visit my best friend, and am planning a trip to Vegas for the end of the month.

None of those things make for very good blog entries.

I will try to be more interesting in the next few days...