The last two weeks have been anything but restful. Somehow, months and months ago, I said “Yes” to being the coordinator of Day Camp 2008. Yeah. I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking, “What was SHE thinking!”

Honestly, I don’t know. These moments are blurry upon reflection. I remember saying “yes” but I don’t recall how I got to the place where I’d even consider it. Don’t get me wrong; Day Camp itself was amazing, especially where the kids were concerned. But organizing anything this large and complicated (and drama filled, oh my, oh my, oh my!) isn’t usually on my list of things to do. I shy away from these kinds of events because they tend to consume every waking hour. I like to think my plate is well balanced—I don’t have a big urge to fill what blank spaces are on my schedule. Being busy for the sake of being busy isn’t a mantra I ever intend to pick up. These sorts of endeavors find any and every blank space and claim it. Filling in your time until you can’t breathe. I like air.

In addition to coordinating the din, I was also staff photographer. I wish I could show you more photos. But, you know privacy of minors, yada yada yada. All their parents signed waivers, saying we could use their photos for publicity, but I seriously doubt my blog was what they all had in mind. Next year I think I’ll spend a day with a distance lens… these kids could see me coming a mile a way and boy do they all like to pose! But I did manage to capture a few portraits that take my breath away. I’m editing a slide-show for the kiddos and I think I might get a few prints made up to send off to parents. It all just screams, CAMP… and when you’re dropping your kid off in the morning, it has to be nice to have some photographic evidence that your child LOVED their time. Because if their children are anything like mine, the answer to “So, how was your day?” is nothing but a “Fine, grunt grunt grunt!”

So, I took two weeks off from this blog to do the Day Camp thing. In the process, I’ve neglected everything else. This house is falling apart, I’ve not stepped on my treadmill in AGES, and my poor vintage store has screeched to a halt. This week has been about making all that better, somehow. I’m still not ready for real words, here. But I’m getting there. I’m trying not to obsess. This is post 999, maybe I’ll write real words for 1000?

Speaking of obsessing, this will make Vicki’s professional flags go flying: Ok, so I’m completely enamored of this song. I’ve listened to it dozens (read: hundreds) of times. I don’t watch it, since there isn’t a video. When you hit “replay”, the little knob at the bottom of the video, slides back to the beginning. Right? So, if you listen to the song once and hit “replay”, the little knob slides back in perfect sync with the amazing downbeat that begins the song.

I love that.

These little moments of unplanned serendipity are all around you. And if you’re not too busy, they sometimes reveal themselves to you. There’s beauty in the chaos, people.