It’s been nearly a month, since I last wrote. It’s been a busy month. In between, I met my crew for 2017; we trained; we cleaned; we set up shop; and we opened for the summer, amid frequent power outages and systems failures and personnel shortages. It’s been wild. Some of it has been brutal. This is my first day off since before we opened on June 9, and more than a couple of those days in between were close to 16 hours.
These summers never fail to be a wake up call for my physical condition. There’s always a point when I wonder if I’m physically up to it. I reached that point last night. But, here I am again, on the right side of the grass. I guess I’m going to make it.
So I’m sitting at my window, watching the lake and the trees and the mountains and the sky, and taking a breath.
There are things to be done, for sure. I’m running out of underwear and I’ve run out of socks. I haven’t had a chance to do laundry since the first week of June. My Hovel is starting to look like one, as I have barely kept it clean and straight — ok, mostly not at all — as I’ve come and gone these past three weeks. The holding tanks on the Hovel need to be drained, an act that makes me very aware of my impact on the environment, both in what I use and the waste I leave behind.
But I’m sitting at my window, watching the lake and the trees and the mountains and the sky, and now a bird going by, and taking another breath.
