Tetherball, trench feet and throat lozenges.

After the Navy Seal club we had about forty-five minutes before the dinner bell would ring. I needed to get the kids ready for dinner, get the meds out for after supper, and I needed to get Lawrence’s sleeping bag into the dryer so I could return it before lights out tonight!

The kids enjoyed a very quick shower (as in, all three of them in there together). I pretty much just turned the shampoo bottle upside down and liberally squeezed in on top of their heads, pushed the shower button and they squealed as the cold water came shooting down on them. They lathered up with the first push and then rinsed with the second push. With that, they managed to come out looking, and smelling, fairly decent. The girls wrapped themselves carefully in their towels and quickly walked down the hall. My son, however, would have none of it. He ran naked back to the room dripping and laughing a bit like a crazed escaped maniac. It was quite a sight for a couple of the female counselors who were chilling in the hallway! They watched him zip past, looked at each other with confused looks on their faces and then promptly busted a gut.


The kids got dressed in some (relatively) clean clothes and we thumped down to the health office. I got the medications pulled for after dinner and bedtime while the kids sat in the hallway and attempted to play Stella Ella Ola.

In typical camp fashion I had to chase down a senior staff member who had the keys to the laundry room. It took me fifteen minutes to find Lydia. I looked for her in the third floor office. David was in there on the computer and said he last saw her in the second floor lounge, which is where I went to next. I ran down the stairs with my son on my hip and the girls trailing behind. No Lydia in there but Paul told me he just saw her in the kitchen. Down the stairs to the kitchen with my son on my hip and the girls trailing behind. No Lydia in the kitchen but Shawn said she had just left to go up to the third floor office.  Up the stairs to the third floor with my son on my hip and the girls trailing behind. I managed to find her there. Whew what a work out! I couldn’t help but think that some cheap walkie-talkies would, indeed, be helpful and likely money well spent! I mean the exercise was good for me, and all, but…sigh! It just was not very efficient use of time…but then again, I had to remember that it was camp time, not city time. Whatevs.

So, down the stairs again with my son on my hip and the girls trailing behind, we walked around the main building and down past the smokers’ lounge and into the laundry room. I got the sleeping bag from the washer into the dryer and set the dryer to go for an hour. I hoped that would be enough time. Then, after locking the place up again, we went up for dinner as the first bell rang. I tucked the sleeping bag into the book shelf in the hallway.

Dinner was hamburgers and assorted veggies. And there were serving spoons again! Yay! A small victory for me and all my little germy campers! For dessert there was apple crisp. It was outstanding.


After dinner my kids happily went off with the child care girls. They were going to play a game of tetherball. I was pretty sure that the ball was well above my son’s head but, again, whatevs. I was just happy to have the time to myself to get my job done.

As it turned out, one of my after dinner visitors was a young man from the Deer hut who had “jammed” his index finger while playing tetherball just before dinner. He had good range of motion in it and it was not swollen but I could see that he was gonna have some nice bruising. Huh. From tetherball. I had never even thought about it. I gave him one of the ‘homemade’ ice packs we had in our little fridge in the health office. It was a half dozen ice cubes in a zip lock bag that was wrapped in a face cloth. I instructed him to keep in on for ten minutes, off for ten and then on again for ten minutes. I would end up finding that zip lock bag on a pic-nick table a day later.  Nice.

Next up was Jack with his rash. It was neither better nor worse. So I was counting that as a victory. Sort of.

Adam came in to show me his trenchy feet. They were getting much better. I reminded him to be sure to take his band aids off before he jumped in the lake.  I told him about how I saw his scabby band aid floating along the bottom of the beautiful lake water and how I had found it greatly disturbing. He gave me a guilty look.

Then the last little guy was Benjamin from the Deer hut. He had a sore throat. It looked OK to me and he didn’t have any lumpy lymph nodes or a fever or any redness or discharge back there, so I just told him to increase his fluid intake.

“My counselor told me you had some cough drops that might help.” Benjamin offered.

“I don’t think I do.” I said.

“There are some on the second shelf.” Yvonne called from out in the hall, apparently eavesdropping.

I took a look on the second shelf and, sure enough, at the back I found some cherry flavored throat lozenges. There were four of them in the package. I figured, hey, what the heck. They couldn’t hurt could they?

Little did I know, with that insignificant, thoughtless, seemingly innocent act, I had become the candy man of Camp Acorn. Indeed.

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