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magdaleine -> RE: Chat Thread For July 14-July 20th (7/20/2008 6:15:20 PM)
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I'm home.
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Camping is work. Be careful Maggie.
Yeah, I know. But dh was in a foul mood on Friday (and Thursday) and though, to get ready to go, I worked harder than I have for a long time--even before surgery--dh spent the day angry because in his view I wasn't doing enough. I finally had a meltdown. Completely unable to do anything--physical, emotional, mental. Dh ignored my tears. I finally called my boys down from upstairs (via cell phone--convenient tools, those), and one held my hand while the other cradled my head and just encouraged me. Then ds1 went to talk to dh and they both helped dh load the car. I don't like putting my boys in the middle like that but I was totally non-functional and had to do something. I've got good kids.
I'm so glad I went to the camp-out though. I had a great time. An angel came in the form of one of the pastor's wives I had never met. She greeted us on arrival, marshalled a bunch of kids to help carry our gear (we had to park a long way from the tent site) and then she helped put up the tent. What a blessing she was! I got to know a number of people--some well enough that I hope I can remember their names when I see them in a different context (at church) and two or three that I spent more in-depth time with. I got lots of exercise because the bathrooms were on the other side of a huge field. We had one ferocious deluge that wreaked havoc for some tents--our tent leaked, forming a puddle right under the power bar (I need electricity for my C-PAP)--but everything was good. I'm very glad I went.
Oh! We had a pack of foxes (maybe more than one pack) prowling the group campsite and eating area. One of the street people who had been invited to come, a native man, stayed up all last night patrolling where all the tents were, and eating area, to keep the rest of us safe. He wasn't asked to. He just did it. Those who saw some of the foxes said they were very cute and they didn't seem afraid of people, but the man who stayed up all night said that foxes like to prey on little children and we had a ton of little kids. I was very impressed because I don't think he knew anyone there except the pastor and he told me he comes to church only once in a while--not often--and yet he cared so much he lost a night of sleep. He wasn't well, either. He'd been splashed with some sort of corrosive acid recently and still has very painful burns from it on his face and ears.
I'm getting carried away. I'll write more in my own thread.
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