monday: bread + butter

It's been over a week since I left wonderful camp (you're going to have to holla at me personally for the details on that), and I keep getting punched in the face with reality and reminders that I'm not there. In Seattle, waking up late for three straight days; leaving Seattle; dropping off my friend Rachel, and my last physical contact with camp, in San Francisco; getting back to LA; and now, finally, going back to work at USC. After a normal summer, I'm kind of bummed for about a month after camp, wanting to go back (I tell homesick campers that I now get campsick). This is the same thing, only slightly more tragic.
I'm trying hard to keep in the forefront all the good memories of camp and Seattle; regardless, it was a fucking phenomenal experience. Those, I think, will come through now that I'm getting back to the blog scene. Like this:
The first thing that blew my mind about camp was the trees. Back at Grady Spruce, in Texas, we had a bunch of big old live oaks down by the water, some mesquite, and way too much scrubby white mountain cedar. The diversity at Colman, and Washington in general, was huge by contrast: oak, cedar, alder, maple, and of course huge Douglas firs. Here in LA, we have palm trees, and those aren't even really supposed to be here. What can I say, I have a tree fetish. Then the rest of the staff showed up, and then the kids, and I was running shit, and it was a blast.
So I'm in LA. Chillax with me if you're here, too, or come visit if you're elsewhere. I'll be around.