I am one tired hungry caterpillar.
I live in a beautiful place. I’ve met some awesome people, some of whom are very different from myself–always exciting. I have had many moments for quiet reflection.
I have cleaned a lot of bathrooms.
Compared to my usual graduate school Week in Review posts, I feel like I don’t have that much to list. I mostly worked my 40+ hours, and most of it was in housekeeping.
My job as hot shot here at the YMCA of the Rockies means doing literally anything that is needed around the camp. Often, that means driving around in a golf cart, giving guests rides and delivering towels and stuff like that.
But since it’s Memorial Day weekend, and this place is officially opening for the summer season, what is needed is clean rooms and clean cabins for many, many guests who have traveled a long ways and just want a bed to lie on and a hot shower–provided the bed and shower are clean.
So 3 out of my 5 days, I worked on cleaning cabins. Each team has to do about 10 a day, and some of these cabins have four or even eight bedrooms.
I’ve been getting home from work pretty exhausted. The mountains are beautiful, and I want to climb all of them. Plus check out the craft studio, and the roller skating rink. But these will have to wait.
Not complaining at all, by the way. The YMCA of the Rockies is a wonderful organization, and I’m very happy to work for them. I get to live in this awesome place, I have a room with an amazing view, and they feed me. And cleaning toilets is really not that bad. I’d take it over making bunk beds any day.
I’m just very, very tired.
I did get out for a hike on Saturday after work–the very popular Bible Point Hike. I was actually a bit distracted and stressed by the storm rolling over from Rocky Mountain National Park. I’m not very good at mindfulness, so I often feel that my mind is wandering everywhere but the trail as I wander through the woods.Still, I like to notice the small things when I hike. The sweeping mountain views are, of course, awesome, but I’m almost more excited by the texture of the trail, the flowers that grow at this altitude, the birds’ calls and animals, the rocks and fallen trees. When you come to a place like this from a place like Kansas, it’s not just the big things like the mountains and canyons and rivers that seem otherworldly–it’s the little things like the plants, the animals, the air, the smells, the sounds.
Other things I did this week: Went home on my days off and met my future roommate.
Which would you rather do: make bunk beds or clean toilets?
When you’re out in nature, which do you notice more: big landscape features (mountains, vistas, rivers, skies) or small things (insects, bird calls, flowers, rocks, leaves)?