#WeekendCoffeeShare: It’s so good to see you.

If we were having coffee, the first thing you might notice is that I’m not actually drinking coffee.  I prefer tea.  The first thing I would tell you is let you know that I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.  I’ve seen many of these posts from bloggers I follow for weeks upon weeks, but was never able to take time to do my own.  Until now.

So, friend.  I’m so glad to be with you right now.  Or, as Jane says in The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

What is new in your life?  Maybe I should save those questions until the end.  In my enthusiasm, I’m getting ahead of myself.

If we were having coffee, I’d probably complain quite a bit about my back problems.  I pulled something a month ago at work and have been fighting the uphill battle to health ever since.  It’s better than it was–dosages of ibuprofen, icing it several times a day, and three visits to the chiropractor certainly helps.  Most days are now good ones and it has stopped keeping me up at night, but progress is still slow.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you all about yesterday’s canoeing adventure.  One of my camp friends came up from the cities and we canoed a ten-mile stretch of the St. Croix River.  In Minnesota, there are some hobbies that, because of the ever-changing seasons, you can only do a few times a year.  Canoeing is one of them.  I have been dying to get a canoe in the water for the past three months.  It wasn’t a very warm day, nor were the conditions good.  Amy and I battled wind and whitecaps the majority of the trip.  But it was wonderful.  There are few better things than being on the water, paddle in hand, with nowhere else to be.  At one point, we passed a man and his kids struggling to get un-stuck from a tree.  He looks over at us and goes, “You’re still smiling?  I lost mine a while ago.”  He was right–despite the fact that our arms felt like they were about to fall off, we were both still smiling.  It was exhausting, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.  Sadly, I probably won’t set foot in a canoe until next summer.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that apple season is almost here.  I work on my family’s apple orchard and we are less than two weeks from opening day!  We spent a good deal of time this week indoors (due to rain) cleaning our main retail building.  I spent many hours scrubbing coolers, sweeping floors, and rubbing down cooking trays.  In addition, the apple harvest has begun!  My brother and I began picking the early varieties.  Our big cooler is now filled with several stacks of Redfree and State Fair apples.

I’m really excited for Fall.  It’s been four years since I’ve been around for a full season–and even then, I only worked weekends due to school and extra curricular commitments.  Summer has been wonderful, but our work crew has slowly dwindled to just my brother and I.  Fewer hands mean tasks take longer and the familiarity of siblings mean we don’t have as much to talk about.  When September 4 is here, all the fall employees will come.  There will be people selling in the store, high schoolers washing and sorting fruit in the back area, and a crew of bakers assembling pies and goodies in the kitchen.  It’ll be wonderful to have new people to talk to.

Okay, okay.  Enough about me.  Time to pass the talking-stick to you.  What would you share if we were having coffee?

This post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share link up at Part Time Monster

Friday Favorites 9

Time for another edition of Friday Favorites…

A cup of tea on a chilly afternoon

Temperatures, in true Minnesota fashion, have dipped into the fifties this week and it feels like Fall for the first time!  After a summer of athletic shorts and grubby t-shirts, I’ve finally brought out my cardigans, scarves, leggings, and boots.  After a full morning of classes and time at the gym, I settled into a flannel and leggings to read Dickens.  What better way to complete the afternoon by brewing a cup of tea?

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My Shakespeare mug only makes things that much better.

This article:

What Steven Moffat Doesn’t Understand About Grief, and Why It’s Killing Doctor Who

Yes, it was written almost a year ago.  But the writer perfectly articulates my frustrations with the recent seasons of Doctor Who.  I picked up the show back in high school when David Tennant still reigned supreme under the guidance of Russell T. Davies.  Since then, the fandom has swollen and it’s become part of nerdy pop culture.  Which, honestly, I’m fine with because it’s a great show.  But the past few seasons have left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I haven’t been sure why.  This article hits the nail on the head.  If you’re a Doctor Who fan, I definitely encourage you to check it out!

Nothing Much to Do

I’m a big fan of literary web shows.  In fact, I just did an informative speech on them in class today!  Shortly after giving said speech, a friend texted me saying “You are to use this weekend to actually watch Nothing Much to Do.  This is your new homework.”  I had picked up this fun adaptation of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing last year, watched a few episodes, and never went further.  But, as my friend commanded, I resumed watching again and have really enjoyed it!  The acting is decent, production of a good quality, and you gotta love those New Zealand accents!

This Canoe Trip:

This summer, as part of our extended Program staff training at camp, we were treated two what I affectionately call the Canoe Trip from Hell.  The trip included being woken up at three in the morning and two full days on the Brule River with essentially no food.  I wrote a short post about it a few months ago with more details.

Here we all are at the end of our trip, triumphant on the shore of Lake Superior.  Good grief, I miss these people.

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That is all for this week’s edition of Friday Favorites!  With that, I’m going to settle in for a quiet, relaxing weekend in Morris.

Got any exciting plans this weekend?  Feel free to tell me about them in the comments!

 

You know you’ve been at camp too long when…

You feel like a rebel for wearing shoes.

No matter how many times you wash it, your raincoat permanently smells like the Brule.

Your first urge while walking into church is to break out dancing and wonder why no one else is.

You believe deep down that a lake shower is equivalent to a real shower.

You shout “TTO” everywhere you go and people stare at you like you’re some kind of weirdo.

You’ve convinced so many campers that cooties are real that you half believe in them yourself.

You can quote the all the Rejected Sports videos line by line.

You start chanting “USA” everywhere you go.

On Wednesdays, you cook all your food over a fire.

You find yourself putting random Bible verses to songs and singing them to everyone you see on the street and are confused why they don’t give you cabin points.

You feel sick at the smell of standard shaving cream from Day Camp water day.

You start listening to the “Church Clap” for fun.

You’re shocked when you see people in two-piece swimsuits that aren’t modest tankinis.

You’re convinced that the dirt layer on your feet is a tan.

You start jumping into the nearest body of water with your clothes on purely out of habit.

“Can we blow that up?” is a serious question.

You ask small children in public where their counselor is.

You start wearing your staff shirt every Sunday and Friday purely out of habit.

Every time you make a decision, you ask yourself, “Is this something that Jeff would fire me for?”

You have legitimate nightmares about having to choose between canoeing down the Brule or running Day Camp.

You have more merchandise from your camp than from your college.

You get campsick instead of homesick.

(Most of these are from fellow staff members, a couple are original.)

The Brule

On Sunday morning, I blissfully asleep in my bed at camp.  Then, suddenly…

“GET OUT OF BED!  PACK FOR TWO DAYS ON THE RIVER AND ONE DAY AT THE CABIN.  YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES.”

The lights were on, my boss was out the door, and my roommate, Alex, and I were out of bed without hesitation.  Still half asleep, we blindly shoved clothes into our bags.  In no time, we were running from Thorwall to the parking lot and jumping into the fifteen passenger van.  Our fellow program staff members were just as bleary-eyed and sleepy.

Three and a half hours later, we arrived at our destination in northern Wisconsin.  After dumping all our bags at the campsite, we headed to the canoe rental place.

What were we doing in Wisconsin?  Answer: The Brule.

Basically, we were placed in canoes with our summer partners and, over the course of two days, paddled 45 miles.  We put in eight hours of endless winding turns the first day, followed by five and a half hours of crazy rapids the second.  Our bosses only gave us a bag of rice to eat, but we smuggled a handful of Clif Bars.

By the end of the trip, we had all fallen in at some point.  We were jostled against rocks and slammed into trees.  Kristine got pinned under a log that had fallen across the river and didn’t appear for a while.  She was really freaked out after that.  At one point, my partner (Eva) and my canoe was stuck between some rocks and, for five seconds, was convinced that the paracord rope attaching my paddle to the boat was wrapped around my ankle.  The current pushed me in front of the boat and I thought I was a goner.  But, thankfully, I was free.  After that, I was so shaken up I could barely stand to get the canoe out.  It took six of us to get it free.

The moment when we rounded the bend to see Lake Superior was a beautiful sight.  Suddenly, the 45 miles of wear and tear fell away and we paddled with renewed vigor.  We strode into the lake in the sunlight and, oh my goodness, it was beautiful.

To recover from our journey, we spent a day at our boss’s cabin.  It was a wonderful time of relaxation.  We played games, watched movies, went on pontoon rides, made a puzzle, and went in the sauna.

Now, the counselors are here and training is finally swinging into gear.  Our days are filled with getting to know people, planning, and making sure things are going as they should.  It’s strange being on the programming end of things, but so far, I’m loving it.

Here’s the Brule! Taken from: https://birkhola.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/ee238-dsc_0016.jpg