Before Christmas break there was....PROJECT WEEK.
The coldest and most dreadful week of the semester that quickly turns into a favourite. Although our project list seems miles long we are the masters of dividing and conquering and we are known to get the job done.
So, Jen, Brandy, Liz and I are on painting projects while the boys arm themselves with tools and fix up all our activity sites. We haul all the folding chairs from the craft cabin to a ravine we find behind the pump house and splatter paint to our heart’s content. One of the boys, Randy, tells everyone he can that the ravine looks like a clown car exploded. Cute. So cute.
We then paint the ping-pong and carpet ball tables that sit underneath the craft cabin so that it looks more inviting and less like a place you’d go if you want some drugs or to watch a knife fight, so needless to say it’s an improvement.
Our next project involves cleaning up an old and rarely used meeting hall. We find the world’s first piano there and decide it needs to be burned. We load it up with a bunch of rotting books and bring it out to the massive fire pit. That night we have a bonfire to end all bonfires. It sings and groans, it produces flames the color of the seas, and it heats up until it feels like we are standing next to the sun. Or like a regular summer day in Texas.
Our last memorable project involves not heat and fire but cold and water and mud. We move about a hundred tires from our pedal cart course halfway across camp to our paintball course. Throwing tires should be a new sport that, like every sport, I am terrible at. I end up swallowing more muddy water than any human ever should. And have a tree nearly crush my foot.
No big deal, it’s project week. Sharpen your knife. Don’t complain. Expect the unexpected. Wear old jeans. Try not to die.
