You Never Know...

As you never know when I will post again, the time has come to host yet another post and thus consummate the mission of my blogging experience.
Our adventures in Families for Children, in Coimbatore India was terminated by our return home to the United States of America, on the 2nd of July.  Just do not ask why it has taken me a month to make time for my blog, because the answer is simple. I was completely lost in the blissful happiness of being enveloped by loving family, tantalizing food, and an unpolluted cool environment.  Now that I have returned to reality I beg to bid you all adieu, for my work in the Garden of India is finished and I currently do not have any plans to return to India.
I cannot think of an umbrella word large enough to convey all the feelings felt on our fabulous frolicking enterprise. I enjoyed all the fun times and I will now enjoy relating to family and friends the difficult times in the most humorous exaggerated tones and words within my capacity to employ in the story telling. Maybe in some day pertaining to futurity I will return to that intriguing backward country.  I do not know what will happen to the Garden of India...I do not even know what will happen to myself.  I could try to go around predicting other's futures but I am afraid I would starve as a fortune teller.  But to all intents and purposes I am terminating my unofficial, undisputed, unpaid, unprecedented, unprepared, unperturbed, position as Post Host for this blog. And just because I may invade the growing blogging world again, and for old time's sake let me once again reiterate the phrase.
This was David your Post Host, and even though life goes on it's merry unpredictable way, do not turn on the post-lude because you never know when I might post again.

Ecstasy Anticipated!

Monday's start was Friday's finish.  And that was about the extent of 5 Day Tour. In other words it all started out bright and early Monday morning June 3.  One boy who had struggled to rouse himself at six o'clock during Summer Camp had no problem appearing at 4:30 on this particular day. That boy was me. Anyway...

Actually, our tour almost did not get off to start on that peaceful morning, because our vehicle was so heavy we almost could not get out of our property.  We kept scrapping bottom. Then I worried that the next speed bump would become our next nightmare. The poor rented car was weighed down with the three boys that made it to 5 day tour, three staff (us), miscellaneous paraphernalia, and most importantly...114 pounds of mangoes ripe and ready to eat. We were, mangoes and all, headed over the formidable chilly mountains to a resort conveniently situated on the other side next the a jungle. Luckily for me and the mangoes we made it safely with no problems.

Who cared what was in the jungle? Don't ask me, the pool was perfect for preemptively placating their curiosity. I mean, how much more exciting can it get then to do every dive you know, and do not know for that matter, in a pool only 4.5 feet deep. Something terror-ific, that's for sure.

The pool and the first day were unexpectedly cool, but both warmed up due to the friction of the dragging time. Do not misapprehend me, the time could not go slow enough to appease my desires.

Then of course there was the river passing merrily by, which is an ideal place for passing time. I guess it was a good place for anger therapy.  At least for me this was not my idea of happiness the goal was to relax.

 As you can see I got a lot of it, too.  Whether on land, in water, or on the bed, circumstances could not change the consequence.  All I can say is I could use another vacation to recover from my last one.

 If it is not one, it is another.  I usually enjoy a good pillow fight, but then I also enjoy a good pillow under my weary head.

On this tour we were very close to each other...sometimes a little too close. Especially when perched on the precarious contraption they misnamed a hammock.  Only fearlessness born of ignorance would persuade anyone to position themselves on this booby trap.  The horrible fact is it was frayed and only a foot and a half wide, and as unstable as a politician.

With so many long distances to travel, the proffered bicycles came in handy.  The resort enclosed 40 acres of undeveloped virgin land disposed to be explored, and a good bike ride is refreshing for anyone in shape. However, it is perilous to those who prefer lingering out of shape, and I speak from experience.

 Peculiar to this resort was the horseback riding.
   -No comment.

 Last, First, and opposite of least, was the food.  It was...
  -Too many comments to list.

To say the least, for that is all this space on this blog allows me to write, we had a blast, and I think I can with surety declare that we, the distinguished staff, of the illustrious Summer Camp 2013, took total, complete, tyrannical, and unforgiving advantage of the 110+ hours separated as we were from reality.

 The unfulfilled moral of a tragic story is, when on vacation stay on vacation, just make sure you have a rich sympathetic sponsor for life, which is where we failed.  With that lesson learned, apply this one, when it is time to work, work, because when it is time to eat you do not want to still be working. Some of our boys did not quite get that, and sadly missed the time of their lives.
No matter what he may say, I am glad to again have David the Post Host with us, because he lives up to his promise that you never know when he will post again.

Tortured Anticipation

Contrary to misconstrued conceptions concocted by controversial critics, our camp can be more than complete chaos.  In short, we have a lot fun and learn as we go.  Our boys have been constructing their gardens, clearing land and moving stones, in addition to the multitude of project in progress.

They even are building fences, though I do not know what it is intended to keep out (it wont keep me out, that's for sure!).  All i know is the boys work hard and enjoy this kind of productive manual labor. They all are sad that summer camp will end the 31 of this month...or maybe they are just sad they have to go back to school.

Anyway, everyone enjoys the work. Every morning the special care children brighten our lives and lighten our loads. Most love to work and they make us laugh while they are at it.

Summer Camp is not all work and play, our classes have been packed with action and games. English class has been a blast and important too, because this is an English speaking summer camp, and whoever speaks English, works hard, and is obedient gets the grand prize. First there are three rewards. The dinner prize, where we take the ones that did not put a lot of effort into the camp to dinner at some fancy restaurant, and if you think that is nice listen to this. The ultimate water park prize is a two day trip to a water theme park for those boys that worked hard, were obedient, but still did not exert themselves to speak English or to do more. Now hold on to your napkins and listen to this last show stopping prize. A five days vacation at a resort several hours away with a swimming pool, good food, and sights to see.  Every year the location changes and we always keep it a secret.  This year is no different so do not ask me where we are going for I cannot disclose the location. It is always exciting to have these prizes because we always need funding and God never fails to provided through gracious sponsors and donors sufficient funds, and always on the last week. Well, what do you know it is almost the last week.

And this is pretty much how we end each day of summer camp. Now you know my excuse for not hosting more postings (I am hosting dreams). The nice thing about being one of the controlling trio is we get all the prizes and a five day vacation sounds temptingly divine.

This is our crew and each will get one of the prizes before mentioned. This is where the anticipation is oppressive. They are all hoping to get the five day reward.  We will just have to wait and see.
This is were a moral of the story comes in mighty handy. You cannot always kill two birds with one stone, but sometimes it takes to stones to kill a bird....I think this moral loses something in the transcription.  Anyway, it is instructive of human nature to watch how some boys really put in effort to speak English, work hard, and do extra, while some pretend or do not even try thinking they somehow automatically magically qualify by virtue of their magnanimousness (if that is even a word) for the five day reward. If you really want it you have to work for it. Could not have said it better myself!
And that was David the Engrossed Post Host...and sometimes he asks himself "Why do I never know when I will post again?"