This is why we can't have nice things.

Today I woke up late, but made it to breakfast only a few minutes late, then left to go to the Rec Office with Tyler, wince I will now be working on "Program" I.E., Things pertaining directly to my department, which is Land Activities. As such, today it was Tyler's job to get the treehouses ready for a guest group who "might" have used them tonight, and now "might" use them tomorrow, since it started raining this afternoon and it would seem to have dampened their enthusiasm for slepping outside. Anyway, tyler and I spent the morning spraying and rubbing a bunch of dirty, pitch-covered foam mattresses with dirty, pitch-covered cloths. Then, once we had cleaned both sides of all 30 or so of them, (they were about 1 cm thick, blue, easily rolled- we have them at home) we had lunch (chili and baked potatoes, yum) and then went back out. The rest of the afternoon we spent scraping sap out of the treehouses, removing spiderwebs, sweeping pine needles, but first searching for ladders and risking Tyler's life to get into the stupid things. Yes, we were the first people to enter the dreaded treehouses since last summer, it would seem, and so we had to figure out the scary ladder arrangements that were necesary. Ladders hung as if by magic as Tyler climbed above the safety net to insert the two pins that we would be hanging from as we climbed. Add to this the compounded uncertainty of a swinging suspension bridge and you may or may not get the idea. Here, I will draw you a picture:



















As You can see, it was just a little bit silly, leading me to conclude that Qwanoes operates through the use of magical power. Nothing goes wrong here, despite the fact that ladders are hung from cotter pins and douglas fir trees support the grandest of architectural marvels. Unfortunately there is nothing magical about sap, which I saw a lot of today. Oh well.

Tim's gone. I played guitar tonight. I started writing a rock opera, but honestly I don't have much to show for it. I didn't go to floor hockey but I talked to both Sarah and Trevor online. Trevor is doing his best to break my expectations of him, or so it would seem.