This is the last full day of camp. It breaks up tomorrow at 10:30. I will be glad to get home. It has been a great camp and people have really responded to our need of last minute staff. But I am very tired. I have not slept well all week!
This morning Aime called from the SER program and I have an appointment at the library for a job interview on Friday at 9:00. Jack's funeral service is Friday too at 10:30. I hope to be able to make both. If not, I will have to miss Jack's services. That would be a tragedy.
We had a class this morning after the fellowship service. Then we had lunch. I had KP at lunch time today. I cleaned the steam table and wiped down the counter in the clipper room and the tables in the lunchroom. I have bathrooms in Founder's Hall to clean tomorrow morning before we leave.
Tonight we have the last preaching service. It will be good to get home.
More later....
Before dinner we had the famous duck race. Helen, a constant at reunion (church camp) always holds a duck race every year. She's a retired teacher and very talented. She and her husband do a puppet show every morning of camp before the fellowship service. There's always a saga of some sort associated with this duck race. Last year they were all 34 supposedly kidnapped until the last minute when they were finally freed. After the race begins, everyone runs along the creek cheering their duck on to win. Now these are plastic ducks, like the ones you put in the tub with your baby for his/her bath. They have numbers painted on their backs and they are all turned loose in the creek at the same time. They float down the creek to the bridge where the end of the race occurs. This year number 25 won. There were 34 ducks and mine was number 33. It's hilarious that a hundred people take this duck race so seriously. I have photos and will post them when I get home.
Now the group is eating dinner. Since I don't eat dinner, I am taking this time to catch up this blog.
Later at 7:00 we will have the last preaching service of the camp. Then it's on to bed.
In the morning we have a baptismal service, clean up the camp and head home.
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I love the duck race story! LOL! Our grandkids have always called us Gramma and Grampa Ducky... because we used to live near a creek that had hundreds of ducks and geese. In fact, there have been a couple of those duck races on that creek in recent years. Lots of fun.
Happy to meet you, Kansas neighbor! (We live in Hutchinson.) Will be back to visit again! Blessings to you.
Thanks, Diana, for visiting!
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