Today’s camp report, all is happy and rainbow-ish among the campers. The toll on keeping up the cheerfulness is high, and the headaches are still intense, even with the tylonel with codeine. Anyhow, I did my survey work on the new camp property, and filed my photos and reports to Mr E. The guy never says thanks or even lets me know if I am doing what they want.
I also took the mystery package to Marco, the facilities guy, who really does not seem to trust me. He kept asking me if I had looked at it, and he probably knows I am lying. He kept glancing over my shoulder as he walked off, like he was checking to see if I was following.
I went the other way, but his work boots and limp are so noticeable it did not take a freaking Apache Scout to find he had taken it to that locked up blue shed on the west side of Lake Macguffin. It’s closed up, and has no windows, but emits a steady hum.
And then people keep whispering and sliding my notes on the door wondering about Jim Groom. He’s right here, people see him and laugh at his jokes during arts and crafts, and he keeps giving the little kids in bunk 2 wedgies.
The whole pressure of keeping anything bad from happening at camp is tremendous. I need your help to make sure that the rainbow meter stays at 11.