I know. It's been 10 days, and that's sort of unacceptable blog upkeep. To make excuses, I forgot my computer in Portland when I was there last, and just got it back yesterday. I suppose I could have posted yesterday, and that would have been only 9 days, but I decided to eat blueberries and cake instead, a choice, I'm sure, you would have made as well.

It's like that though, at least for me. I'm forgetting things, like my laptop at the Apple Store at Bridgeport Village in Tigard, Oregon. I forgot that I had a two o'clock meeting today, till it was 2:45 and nearly over. I forgot my credit card at Ranger Bob's house when I went over there to use his computer (as aforementioned, I forgot mine in Portland). And just know, as I was talking to Travis, my summer assistant, I had to have him remind me what time I told him to be at work in the morning.

It's a lot, summer camp is. There's a lot to think about. If you've ever worked here or just been here and seen me walking around, I normally carry a yellow pad around with me. I have to write lists for myself, and really more than lists, they're just sentences that have nothing to do with each other telling me to do things like my laundry, and floss, and order curry paste -- seriously, those are all on to do lists right now.
Cause I want to get it right. We want to get it right, because we believe this PLACE, this THING we do for JESUS, and for KIDS means something, that it's worth doing right.

In about 13 hours, from right now, we're going to sing that first song. At 11 am on the first Thursday of Staff Training week, we start singing together, and it's beautiful, and satiating, and terribly overwhelming, because you're so full of joy for what's happening, and excitement for what's about to happen, and fear, a good fear, that helps you remember all those things that you'd forgotten over the year, that summer's here, and all the details are about to come together.

Only 13 hours away from some great stories. It's time to make memories.

-Baker John