Those rainy days…
It’s just those rainy days
Spend a lifetime tryin’ to wash away
‘Til the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me…
I will never again take for granted what it means to be clean and dry, in the mindst of civilization.
Whose idea was it to go camping again? Oh right, we have to go during staff training so we have some idea what the crap we’re doing when the students arrive. Still, they could have done the courtesy of picking a night that DIDN’T include a flash flood warning. (No, I’m not bitter. At all.)
Our camping trip started well enough. The other staff members and I really seem to have bonded, and we did a challenge course this afternoon (well … yesterday afternoon now, I suppose) that was pretty cool. Then we went to a park, set up tents, and cooked over a fire.
I had just drifted off to sleep under the stars when the rain really started falling. Gloria, my fellow staff trainee, and I tried to tough it out when the storm was simply rain and loud thunder. Then our tent started to blow down, and we figured enough was enough for two city girls. We took shelter in our bus. Which is where I’m writing this now.
I’d tell you all about what else we’re doing in preparation for when the kids come, but Eldora and I are absolutely soaked and disgruntled right now. Get this: We were barely outside of our tent a minute, and I’m still wringing water out of the hood of my sweatshirt. I’ll write soon with more details and less whining, but right now, I wanna complain. Oh, shower! Oh, warm bed! Oh, mint cocoa! I want my mommy.
KD the Disgruntled
