Camp Wawona, Part IV

On Thursday evening, the play featured a wonderful band of pirates--the actor who was playing the captain, unfortunately, was suffering from severe back pain. So, they put him on some pretty heavy pain meds before sending him to the staff party on the top of the hill. The party was fun enough, with s'mores and a game of sardines, but more fun was joining the group walking this poor guy home. His meds were making him act very weird, smashing cake into the program director's face and saying all kinds of strange stuff about the lost art of skipping. It was all we could do to prevent ourselves from dying of laughter before we handed him off to one of the guys to receive a cold shower.

The highlight of Friday evening was when one of my co-workers, James, was finally able to give his lady friend the saxaphone he had gotten her for her birthday. It was a two-tone beauty, a Cecilia in fine condition. It was wonderful to watch her face light up as he presented it to her, reminding me of when my parents gave me my oboe. As the staff continued on to perform the passion play, there was an excellent response to it and it went very smoothly.

After lunch on Sabbath, my friend Ashley and I went up the hill to feed apples to the horses, which was very peaceful and relaxing. There was another batch of baptisms that evening, which was interesting because it was 7 baptisms on the 7th day of the 7th month of 2007. Just a coincidence, but a very fascinating one. At campfire that night, we were entertained by Pastor Eldon as he actually had a conversation with both Dusty and Gerald, the new puppet, in an amazing feat of ventriloquism. He even managed to have the two sing a duet, to our astonishment.

Housekeeping went by very quickly yesterday, so quickly that I actually didn't get the overtime I usually get on Sundays. I took advantage of some of the extra time to call my friend Caroline to wish her a Happy Birthday and to make it to my play on time. The play probably went more smoothly than ever before--without any cues, we had our lines dead on, our entrances were perfect, and we looked great save for one minor little "costume malfunction" towards the end of the play. Our chief's underskirt fell clean to the ground, to a large uproar of laughter. We stayed steady, however, and acted straight through it.

I spent a good deal of my day off watching Luke, one of my supervisor's children. He's a sweet little 2-year-old boy who was very good today, walking all the way up the hill with me and splashing around by the pool. We went over to swinging bridge as well, and I was almost reluctant to pass him back to his mother. I had a lot of other things to do today, though, so I suppose it was just as well.