It has been a week-end with an odd mix of relaxing and getting things done. When I look back on July and wonder why my writing didn't pick up once my intense online class ended in June, let me remember my spouse's intense July and how I tried to help him.
My work week lasted late on Friday, since I had to go to graduation. In many ways, it was like most graduations. Our Hollywood campus joins with the main campus in Ft. Lauderdale for the graduation ceremony. Hollywood had far fewer graduates--let me remember these numbers when we compare retention rates. At the Hollywood campus, most of our programs are still quite small--so when just one student decides to drop out, it impacts our retention rates far more radically.
Saturday morning, I got up with that barely-able-to-move feeling that's becoming more and more familiar--especially after an evening like Friday, when I was on my feet for hours. But I drank some coffee and did some writing and eventually my muscles unclenched.
Yesterday my spouse and I began our morning together the way we have for several weeks now: the task list and the divisions--the decisions about what must be done and what can be postponed. And then the work commenced. But we also had time to relax in the pool and to enjoy some burgers.
Our task list this week is complicated because we are hosting camp counselors who are coming to run our Vacation Bible School; see this post at my theology blog for more in-depth thoughts on this approach to VBS. They will stay in the cottage, so it won't be as intense as it would be otherwise. But it still involves some cooking, some cleaning, and some transport.
Late yesterday afternoon, I thought about getting some of the cleaning done. I thought about baking. But I was really enjoying the book I had just started: American War by Omar El Akkad. Man oh man, is it a good read! It's a wonderful dystopian novel, set in the late 21st century. It's a fascinating way to look at climate change and refugee crises and the Civil War, both the one in the book, and the earlier one, the real one, in the 19th century. These days, I get so little time to read the way I once did, when I just sink down into a book and settle in. I decided to enjoy it.
Today I have a bit of time before the counselors arrive. I'll do some cleaning and some set up. I'll keep reminding myself that college kids who insist on resort style accommodations generally don't choose camp counselor as their summer job. I'll keep reminding myself that hospitality doesn't mean that everything is perfect, but that everything is clean and comfortable with enough food to share.
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