I miss writing. I miss scifi. I miss Ike.

But?

God is cool. Life is good. Work is challenging.

And...

I'm growing: stronger, smarter, more physically fit, more emotionally enduring, more spiritually faithful, and...

more tired.

I probably know enough about horses to be hired as someone's personal farmhand/stablemaster. As long as they didn't need much. Do you think I could put myself through college that way? Or should I just stick with writing. Salary? Scholarships? Hmm...

Go to shower before Dr. Who. Will invade director's house. Woot.

Beliefs of a United Methodist Christian by Emerson Colaw, 1972

SUMMER!

This has to be a quick rundown of what's been going on.

As most of you know, I'm working at a totally awesome United Methodist camp that happens to be located right beside the Flight 93 crash site. (Thank God they didn't crash into the camp!) I'm on horse staff, working from 7:30 AM to... whenever the barn is done, so usually somewhere between 7 PM and 9 PM. We care for twenty-one horses and eight ponies, all of whom have their own unique quirks, plus around forty campers, most of whom have easier quirks than the horses. (Ponies are so much more stubborn. If you have a choice, always work with horses, even if you're small!)

Just FYI, I've been involuntarily dismounted four times from horses and four or five times from ponies, but the worst I've gotten are some scratches and a sore butt. Hakuna matata. I've learned a lot about my reflexes this year; apparently, I tuck and roll when I'm involuntarily dismounted. Cool beans. I also learned (thank you, Chrissy) that I may or may not dig my nails into anything attacking me. I highly recommend not trying, because while I stabbed the ground last time, next time, the prankster might not be so fortunate.

Well, I'm ten weeks into camp and I haven't gone swimming. The lifeguard just called me and invited me, so I'm off. Hope y'all are having a great summer.