I think it’s going to be a very straightforward summer. I had a vision this afternoon. It was of me sitting at the kitchen table in my house, eating toast and scrambled eggs. That’s the same thing I had for breakfast this morning. So if my magic-brain can’t come up with anything more interesting than THAT to warn me about…
Camp doesn’t start until July 5th. It’ll be weird being one of the counselors this year. I went as a camper for so long that I definitely won’t feel like an adult. Not that I feel like an adult on any other day!! I’m kind of afraid that I’ll forget I’m the one in charge. I’m not actually in charge, of course, that’s the camp director, and I can always go to her if I need help, I’m pretty sure. But I’ll be in charge of a group of kids. I don’t know what group I’ll be with yet. Hopefully it’s some pretty young kids—the youngest are 8. I wouldn’t mind older teenagers but I’m not that much older than them, so I don’t think they’d listen to me.
Anyway, you’re not interested in my worries about what camp is going to be like. I’ll tell you all about what it’s actually like once I’m home. No technology allowed there, so I can’t email you. Or, wait, do you want me to send you letters? We’re allowed to send snail mail. If you want snail mail from Counselor Roe, send me your address!!!
Link gave me an address to send mail to, but it’s a PO box. I guess I can’t really send mail to “Djanaea at the bottom of Lake Michigan.” No zip code. I don’t know how often he’ll be able to check it, or whether it’s his own personal PO box or maybe one shared with all the other Djanaea. Or at least with Troy and his family. I guess most of the Djanaea don’t have anyone on dry land who wants to send them mail.
I don’t know if I’ll feel like sending him a lot of mail. Going to a PO box doesn’t seem personal enough, even if it is his alone. But it’s not like I can call or email him.
OK, have fun with your babysitting. And send you-know-who an email already. What have you got to lose?