I have become one with the air. My last post was about storms....I would kill for a good storm right now.
Let's be honest for a moment: I'm okay with heat - I spend my summer in the wilderness sans AC (okay, I find AC here and there - not the point). But this is getting a little crazy. It's not unbearably hot - I'm just unbearably sweaty. Today is about 95 degrees, which really isn't too terrible - but the humidity is through the clouds (or lack thereof?).
Every moment of the last 3 days has been punctuated by the realization that I have sweat rolling down my body constantly. I'm not moving, I can be sitting in the shade yet still sweat constantly coats my body. I'm beginning to feel like my skin and the air have become one big moist mess. And I hate it.
My campers, however, apparently don't even notice it. Maybe small children don't realize how much they sweat, or maybe they sweat less, not a clue. I do know that they seem much less miserable in the heat. It's amazing what doesn't bother little kids. As much as I am here to influence these kids, I can't help but notice that they are also teaching me.
I get to stop and pet a crawdad (yeah, you can pet those).
And appreciate the sparkly rocks. (Okay, I've been admiring those since I was 4)
If it makes their day to chuck wet sponges at my body trying to win a game, then so be it.
I might be trying to tell them about modesty (inner beauty being a major theme this week),
and making sure they're relatively hygienic, but they like to remind me to giggle and have some fun.
We might be nasty and sweaty and uncomfortable, but somehow that doesn't ruin their day. So, get off this blog, go play with a rock and laugh a little. Be a kid again.
