SUMMER BLAST AWESOMENESS
yeah, its that time of year again. summer blast off departure time in t-minus 47 hours!! but who's counting. a few summer blast traditions, feel free to add some if there are a few i left out.
atomic situps-- what? that's only a guy's room thing?
people mover-- truly the only way to travel while on the trip.
mafia-- although not isolated to summer blast, it is still a tradition.
mexican train-- many a late night consisting of dominoes and 'tag' between the leaders.
pop ice-- i have never seen so much pop ice consumed in 5 days then i see during this week.
cry night-- need i say more. but, we didnt have one last year so maybe we have a new tradition..
heavy amounts of initiation for the newbies, for guys at least.
showe...-- ne way..
table rock lake-- i love being on the water.
go-karting-- in the rain last year, that was amazing. i dont remember a single more fun day at summer blast.
large water slide, plus flour and fire balls-- what else is there to say about that?
ok, thats all i could get. i know i will think of more later. RED WARRIORS!! so that didnt take as long as i thought it would.
ok, so i just finished giving a tour of topeka high, then we took a 45 minute lunch. that was fun, and tiring. maybe i will take a nap here pretty soon. lol, i love my job. i guess i better, im expected to be back for a second go next summer. so now the count is down to 44 hours.
my summer is like over now. the fun isnt over, thats for sure, but time is running out.
and then there was 43 hours remaining. after a hard hour of basketball and a reunion with past textbook kings, i may actually finish this post.
Empty, but not blind
his eyes were gray with signs of easier times.
empty, yet full of heartache and turmoil.
beset upon a face of sorrow, but not sadness.
things past and present float around in a dull haze.
its not clear what is understood and what is incomprehensible.
but, what is clear is that his time is nearing a close.
sorrow not in a sense of regret, but in not being able to be there for his family.
not seeing all his grandchildren grow up to be everything he tried so hard to be.
not being able to sit and bear witness to the marriages, and life renewal of the genereations.
they, being his eyes, no longer shone with amazement at the creations of his heavenly Father.
they were hollow, and were unable to return the ignorant stares that leaves a person in disbelief.
they showed no fear, yet maturity that comes with years.
his skin drooped, pale across the strong cheek bones that were so prominent at another time.
photographs of his life partner, a woman of Godly character, and love exceeding expectations.
his family remains strong, and visit when they can, but it isnt the same.
there is nothing they can do to save him from enevitability.
behind the cold eyes, the color of the sky before a storm, are memories, and pictures of times his grandchildren can't imagine.
world wars, and depression, and simpler times.
times that generation X would no longer be able to appreciate.
his presence is no longer domineering or intimidating, but who he is has not changed.
and that is what matters.
although he cannot see, he knows.
that was a spur of the moment thing. it followed a recent dream i had. kinda sad. oh well. just hang on for a little longer. summer blast will be here soon.
atomic situps-- what? that's only a guy's room thing?
people mover-- truly the only way to travel while on the trip.
mafia-- although not isolated to summer blast, it is still a tradition.
mexican train-- many a late night consisting of dominoes and 'tag' between the leaders.
pop ice-- i have never seen so much pop ice consumed in 5 days then i see during this week.
cry night-- need i say more. but, we didnt have one last year so maybe we have a new tradition..
heavy amounts of initiation for the newbies, for guys at least.
showe...-- ne way..
table rock lake-- i love being on the water.
go-karting-- in the rain last year, that was amazing. i dont remember a single more fun day at summer blast.
large water slide, plus flour and fire balls-- what else is there to say about that?
ok, thats all i could get. i know i will think of more later. RED WARRIORS!! so that didnt take as long as i thought it would.
ok, so i just finished giving a tour of topeka high, then we took a 45 minute lunch. that was fun, and tiring. maybe i will take a nap here pretty soon. lol, i love my job. i guess i better, im expected to be back for a second go next summer. so now the count is down to 44 hours.
my summer is like over now. the fun isnt over, thats for sure, but time is running out.
and then there was 43 hours remaining. after a hard hour of basketball and a reunion with past textbook kings, i may actually finish this post.
Empty, but not blind
his eyes were gray with signs of easier times.
empty, yet full of heartache and turmoil.
beset upon a face of sorrow, but not sadness.
things past and present float around in a dull haze.
its not clear what is understood and what is incomprehensible.
but, what is clear is that his time is nearing a close.
sorrow not in a sense of regret, but in not being able to be there for his family.
not seeing all his grandchildren grow up to be everything he tried so hard to be.
not being able to sit and bear witness to the marriages, and life renewal of the genereations.
they, being his eyes, no longer shone with amazement at the creations of his heavenly Father.
they were hollow, and were unable to return the ignorant stares that leaves a person in disbelief.
they showed no fear, yet maturity that comes with years.
his skin drooped, pale across the strong cheek bones that were so prominent at another time.
photographs of his life partner, a woman of Godly character, and love exceeding expectations.
his family remains strong, and visit when they can, but it isnt the same.
there is nothing they can do to save him from enevitability.
behind the cold eyes, the color of the sky before a storm, are memories, and pictures of times his grandchildren can't imagine.
world wars, and depression, and simpler times.
times that generation X would no longer be able to appreciate.
his presence is no longer domineering or intimidating, but who he is has not changed.
and that is what matters.
although he cannot see, he knows.
that was a spur of the moment thing. it followed a recent dream i had. kinda sad. oh well. just hang on for a little longer. summer blast will be here soon.
posted by Andrew Crandall at 7:30 AM
1 Comments:
summer blast yessss! whatever white knights dominate. uhhh wow it's going to be awesome. go-karting last year in the rain...that was sooo fun, minus the tiny pieces of tar all over our faces. who am i kidding, it was sweet.
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