24-hour furlough
Saturday, July 30th, 2011 by HML
While he’s working at scout summer camp, Thing One gets to come home Saturday afternoon, spend the night at home, and then The Gimlet drives him back to camp Sunday morning. His usual work assignment is in the Trading Post, where he makes a lot of popcorn and reports that pocket knives are the top selling item. He also does extra work around camp as needed, with the result that for the time he is home, our utterly exhausted Thing One does little more than sleep and eat.
The past two Saturdays he’s fallen sound asleep in front of the television after dinner. It’s a milestone in parenting when mom or dad (or even mom + dad working together) can no longer pick up a sleeping child from the couch and carry him to bed.

All teenage first year staffers have to take a turn running the industrial dishwashing machines for the camp, otherwise known as working in the Dish Pit. Last week was Thing One’s turn. It was also the week that the camp was filled to capacity, with over four hundred scouts and scoutmasters using plates, bowls, cups, forks, knives, and spoons for breakfast, lunch, and dinner … and the cooks using pots, pans, and cooking tools to prepare food for them all …
Needless to say Thing One is very glad this week is over, and if he had ever entertained thoughts of a career as a commercial dishwasher, he is now considering other options. Doing dishes at home doesn’t seem so bad now, either.
Thing One was able to come home a little earlier this week, so he arrived home just as we were heading out to pick up Thing Two from a friend’s birthday party in the park. Thing Two was delighted to see his big brother and show him off to his friends (a few of whom have big brothers, but not BIG brothers). And after his long week, Thing One didn’t mind playing with his little brother for a while.

























