Nothing philosophical today... I have to save my energy for counseling eleven high school boys for a week starting tomorrow (it's going to be a challenge...)
But enough of that... no complaining, no worrying, no philosophizing... not tonight... there will be plenty of time for that later in life.
I love the down time before and between camps; and I love the people at camp... we can turn things that are kinda silly into hours of entertainment that we will talk about for months or years to come... Like murdering bugs...
I mean zapping... oops, I keeps slipping, shame on me...
The Executioner is fabulous... it's an electric fly swatter that pops when it sends a jolt of electricity through some unsuspecting bug's miniature body... it just makes you want to jump with excitement and glee (seriously, no joke, not even if you think I'm being sarcastic... camp brings out a little more Ryan, after all)
Turning on lights to attract new victims... there really isn't anything like bug zappin' (ahem *murdering)...
... at least until the next fantastic camp escape... (no, we still haven't set any tennis balls on fire, but maybe next weekend... after Kung Fu Panda, that is)...
Beware: Don't Cross the Line
There is a line; I have a line... It is really hard to find, and practically impossible to cross...
But... it can be done, and that's when things get 'ugly.'
I can and have taken anything that comes at ME... it doesn't matter; it all balances out in the end: I still find a way to come out 'on top' (I'll find a way to look at it that way eventually, at least)...
DON'T mess with the people, animals, objects, or ideas that I actually care about though. There aren't many of those, but don't mess with what I love.
I will fight for justice for them where I would normally just let it go if it only affected me. I will do anything for them (the list is short, I'm not promising much). If necessary, I will find a way to exact fair vengeance on their behalf.
Now, that brings me to my current world obsession:
A coyote crossed the line (at least that's the way it looks right now... I'm giving it a little while to play out).
That cat, my first pet, and my first chosen love (unfortunately, you don't chose your family, though I would have chosen the same family) had a few more good years ahead. She was almost eleven years old and an outside cat, but our cats live to be 14+ on average (and she was healthier than the average).
I miss Bitsy.
She disappeared about a week ago or so... she'd never been gone for more than a day before. There's no body in the ditches, and we're waiting for response from the signs... not much hope left, and the coyotes have been more active than in the past.
If nothing changes, they can expect a fair trade... If there are so many of them that they have to go after my cat, then I'll help their population problem before it adversely affects any other innocent lives...
Let's just say I'll be spending some hours sitting on a lake shore in the dark, waiting... and I don't plan on missing.
But... it can be done, and that's when things get 'ugly.'
I can and have taken anything that comes at ME... it doesn't matter; it all balances out in the end: I still find a way to come out 'on top' (I'll find a way to look at it that way eventually, at least)...
DON'T mess with the people, animals, objects, or ideas that I actually care about though. There aren't many of those, but don't mess with what I love.
I will fight for justice for them where I would normally just let it go if it only affected me. I will do anything for them (the list is short, I'm not promising much). If necessary, I will find a way to exact fair vengeance on their behalf.
Now, that brings me to my current world obsession:
A coyote crossed the line (at least that's the way it looks right now... I'm giving it a little while to play out).
That cat, my first pet, and my first chosen love (unfortunately, you don't chose your family, though I would have chosen the same family) had a few more good years ahead. She was almost eleven years old and an outside cat, but our cats live to be 14+ on average (and she was healthier than the average).
I miss Bitsy.
She disappeared about a week ago or so... she'd never been gone for more than a day before. There's no body in the ditches, and we're waiting for response from the signs... not much hope left, and the coyotes have been more active than in the past.
If nothing changes, they can expect a fair trade... If there are so many of them that they have to go after my cat, then I'll help their population problem before it adversely affects any other innocent lives...
Let's just say I'll be spending some hours sitting on a lake shore in the dark, waiting... and I don't plan on missing.
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