Trip Day, and A Treehouse

Today was trip day at camp, which for kitchen staff means a very quiet lunch (buffet for staff, and pasta and sauce for the gan), while the rest of camp is gone to various exciting places. Then we stick around and feed dinner to the whole camp, which gets chaotic, especially since rather than the CITs, we get the teachers and the various arts staff to do the serving. But in the meantime, we have some time off during the afternoon, and since we made dinner yesterday afternoon, the morning was quite quiet too. So the morning was very calm, and I actually got to sit down a bit during lunch.

Last year we went out for lunch ourselves once we'd cleaned up from serving lunch. This year we have two CIT-aged staff members, and didn't want to go out without them, so we all went our own ways for our time off in the afternoon. There's a treehouse at camp now, and I hadn't been- so off I went, with my book and crochet stuff. I spent two absolutely beautiful hours sitting in the treehouse, reading, crocheting, and even napping a little. In the whole two hours I was up there, I don't think I saw a single person, and barely even heard anyone. I sat facing the woods, and it was incredibly restorative.

Yesterday I was told I was different from last year, and it didn't sound so nice. Today someone else told me that I was different from last year- and followed it up with telling me how much happier and calmer I seemed, and how hard mashgiaching seems to be, from watching how I was last year, and watching the guy doing it this year is. So I guess it all balances, or something like that.