June 25, 2010

It's Friday.

What a difference! TGIF has a new meaning. For breakfast we serve basically whatever is left over from the week. French toast and eggs over easy from the grille and Nancy baked the last of the cinnamon rolls. But the best part of the morning is we do not have to build any sandwiches for Saturday. Everyone is going home tomorrow. Including the CAMT members.

After breakfast Millie, Nancy and Nancy drove the 30 miles to Charlestown to explore one of West Virginia’s large cities. They return raving about the pizza they had for lunch. The real test is we are having pizza for dinner; can they really take pizza for two meals a day?

Actually Friday’s dinner starts with chili on the salad bar, a dinner buffet line to build their own tacos and a choice of plain or pepperoni pizza. This menu is Friday's for one main reason. (See Saturday).

While we are eating dinner, an unknown to me adult tells me we do not have to clean up. They will take care of the tables. Someone forgot to tell me that Valley School was having their 1978 to 1982 class reunion starting at 7:30 here in the cafeteria. Here’s another fine mess Sam (Mid Atlantic Christian Endeavor) has gotten me into. We have scheduled another ice cream party for the campers here at 8:15. Adaptable is us!

The school library has many posted signs – No food or drink. Guess where we have to have our ice cream?

I have free time until 8:15. So I mingle in the cafeteria. Eventually I sit down and thumb through one of the 1980-year books on the tables. It doesn’t take long before someone asks what class I was in. Now I just turned 70 last Saturday. These people are in their late forties, and someone asks what class I was in. It’s a commentary on how hard life is here in WV.

My main problem in answering their question is should I extend a character from one of the murder mysteries Pat has written, or should I fess up. I fessed up--but enjoyed a conversation with the person of what the school was like when they attended.

With special care for neatness, the library is no worse for wear considering the number of ice cream sundaes that are served. I finish up and am back to the Inn by 9.

CAMT sometimes means: Can Adapt Many Times