OK, I’m exhausted. It’s not an easy job for someone my age (56) to be working at the high energy level required to be a day camp songleader. I’m working as Jewish Music Specialist for the 92nd St. Y’s Yomi day camp for children entering grades K-4. I schlep from the extreme east end of Brooklyn each morning to PS 41 in the Village, where I board the bus with the campers from that location and head up to the Pearl River campgrounds. We get back and I schlep home to Brooklyn, and arrive home exhausted, after a full day of singing, cheering, and high energy. In between, by the way, I am having the time of my life at camp!
I know it’s a lame excuse, but camp just started this week, and I just haven’t had the energy to produce a musing this week. So forgive me if I commend to you my previous musings on the parasha, Chukat:
- Chukat 5767-What A Difference A Vowel Makes
- Chukkat 5765-Not Seeing What’s Inside
- Chukat 5764 – Man of Great Character
- Chukat 5762-The Spirit of Miriam
I’ll get my grove going and be back next week with a new musing for Balak. I won’t let any hidden from sight donkeys impede my way.