Camp Week 7: Flying clothing, Colliding heads, and bodies falling into water.

Another scorcher of a week. We had a LOT of extra swims this week.

The week started out allright, except for two of my campers fighting, and throwing each other's clothing around. Making hell for me to find them again.

Like I said, because of the heat we swam a lot. But, for whatever reason, I seemed to be colliding my head with other things. The first time, I collided with the wall. Later, I collided with Celeste's head. She and Phil were doing I don't want to know at the time it happened. We both had mild headaches, but both of us were fine. While I'm on the topic of Celeste, I'll mention how we sad puppy-faced Deb into letting us lick the bowl of chocolate cake mix, at a cooking session. We had to wash the dishes though.

Thursday night, we had another swim, because it was too hot for a campfire. but, I opened my big mouth saying "Not another swim" and was told I couldn't swim with anybody else.

Nice Going Rob! Take a bow, genius!

By Friday, I was mad about my fighting campers, and a lot of other stuff, and I almost didn't go to a party at Angie LoVerde's one place in Ohio.

When I got home, I said that I was too depressed to go, and would stay home. So I did some chores, cried a little bit, and then I felt better. So, I decided to go after all.

This was a lakeside party at Lake Tomahawk, Ohio. I remember I started to do the Cannonball scene from the movie "Anchorman" but Mitch pushed me in before I could finish. There was a lot of that going on, as the party progressed.

Finally, I went home. Fred Eck, stayed over at my house. I drove into Dormont to take him home today. Then I drove to East Rochester to get a new Driver's Liscense.

Now, I'm at home, and I'm exhausted; in fact, I don't think I'm feeling too well right now.

Two more weeks to go...