Isn't it, though? It's been almost a week since I wrote anything. And this 'blog is archived weekly. So this week's archive will have two posts in it.
-Yesterday we went to the first home football game. We were out of our form. I didn't play any of the stand songs too well--though that might have something to do with that I didn't have any of my music--and the show could've been better. Probably a lot of our poor performance was due to the fact that Mr. Canter was off practicing for his brother-in-law's wedding or something and couldn't be at the game, leaving us with only the assistant director Mr. Kennedy. And also due to that it was dark outside. I didn't get back to the house until around 2230.
-I thought this up a few days ago when the school was having calzones for lunch: I think it would be funny to, every time you're saying "calzone", say "calzona". Just keep mentioning calzonas until someone goes nuts and yells, "It's calZONE! CALZONE! CALZONE!!" I thought that would be pretty funny. Doesn't have to be "calzone" though--you could do it with some other ward.
-I'm seriously considering getting a summer job at Crowduck. Our family has a summer tradition of, every year, going up to this awesome fishing camp near the Manitoba-Ontario border. It's in the Big Whiteshell Provincial Park, on Crowduck Lake, and it's the place I look forward to most each year. Really, all I'm doing in school each year is waiting until it lets out and we all get to go to Crowduck. It's the greatest place on the face of the planet. The air is clean, the water is clear, the fishing is great, and there's nobody else around for about a hundred miles. The way you get there is you follow a certain highway until it stops abruptly at the shore of Big Whiteshell Lake, and then you call up someone on the crew. They come over on a ten- or twelve-foot boat over Whiteshell to pick you up. You load all your fishing gear for the week on the boat and they ride you two miles over the lake to a dock that you would never see unless you knew exactly where it is. Then the guy who was driving the boat helps you unload all your stuff off the boat and onto a red pickup truck marked "Limousine". From there you're driven another two miles on a bumpy, winding trail through a thick Canadian forest. Just when it seems like the trail will never end, you catch your first glimpse of Crowduck over the trees and decide that even if the ride takes the rest of the day, it'll be worth it. But it doesn't take the rest of the day, and soon enough you find the trail coming out of the forest into the camp, which is a collection of about twelve buildings, eight of which are places for campers to stay. There's a dock at the bottom of a small hill and you can see for miles and miles over the lake's surface. On the other shore there's nothing but trees: no houses, no factories, no towns. The only way in and out is how I told you; or, if you're the owner, Bill, you can take your restored 1944* yellow float plane to a neighboring lake or the nearest store in Sioux Narrows. It's the kind of solitude you get only one place in the world.
-So that's why I'd like to work there. But before I try and get a job there, I want to find out what working at Crowduck would entail. I've heard that the crew usually goes to sleep around 2300 and gets up at about 0500. I also notice that the camp seems to be a pretty high-maintenance kind of place, so I wouldn't get too much rest in between then. Then there's the several skills I'd need to learn first--I don't know just how to drive a boat, how to gut a fish, how to operate the generator, or how to drive a truck. I can learn most of those things, but the important thing is that I don't know them yet. I'll have to get working now if I want to get working later.
-Driving a truck reminds me: Supposedly I can get my temps on the 24th. My dad used to be a Drivers' Ed. instructor, so learning shouldn't be too hard. I just have to listen to all the stuff he tells me to do and then do it and then take a test. Maybe. It's probably a lot more complicated than that.
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-Okay, now I've caught you up on the last few days. Who knows when I'll be back?, but it probably won't be too far up the road from now.
*I think it's a '44--but it might be a '45.
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