musings fromthe mountains

sometimes things on earth that are supposed to go a certain way bend ever so slightly just to fuck with me. Once I placed my jacket down and out of nowhere a bucket of water fell upon it. Once a girl knocked my teeth loose with a hula hoop accidentally from across the room. I've had to pee myself and poop on lawns. Last night I was on a training trip backpacking near camp and for some reason the one night I am not in my cabin at camp it decided to rain, and I mean really rain, like pour. This was okay, being the the well prepared camp people that we are we set up an a-frame tarp and got under it ready to be nice and dry. At two in the morning I awoke thinking I had wet myself, but no, water had mysteriously puddled INSIDE my bag, soaking my sweat pants and chilling me to the core. I had to climb in someone else's sleeping bag with them after suffering in brutal silence for an hour. We spooned tightly locked in on our left sides for the rest of the night. It appeared that only I had gotten wet. As we rose to come back into camp in the morning I noticed that this Israeli dude in our group named Elad looked really sad. I asked him what was up and he looked me and said in the goofy Israeli accent, "worst fucking night of my life, I thought I would die" and I noticed that he had been sleeping in the exact spot where all the water from one side of the tarp was pouring off. He lay in about 6 inches of water all night without complaining, when I asked him why he didn't say anythin he just said, "I didn't want to cause a problem" he was so cold we had to take his pants off him ourselves and change him. Maybe that is what mandatory military service will do to you, heroic but dumb, I mean even heroes die, and as someone pointed out, most do in fact. That might be the nature of heroism. Or living to over 113. It's no fun to know everything, it's important to always be learnig and to realize when ruts are being grooved into your life and to break out or find new things within. I will be in charge of 6-8 year olds the first three weeks of camp and I plan to play it cool by not talking much, shrugging and flashing a knife when they ask me too many questions, also, not letting them change out of their poopies and having 3 blocks per day involving bathing goats. Trees- so wise, so old, so wonderful to me.
summer rain, what the fuck, i wish i had enough folds to give useful pause