How Long Are You Here For?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. There are a lot of things we hear at camp. “Where’s the trash?” “Where’s the bathroom?” “Where’s the wine?” Ok. That’s just Girl Person that asks that.

As we were taking our walk around this particular campground this morning for the last time, a new camper was walking around looking at all the other RV’s and tents.

That’s what people do at camp. They look at everything. And then they ask more questions. “How does that thing drive?” “Are you full-timers?”

This new camper that was walking around happened upon another new camper. It was about 9 in the morning. And not too early for a dirty martini. Oh no. It’s never too early for a dirty martini at camp. You might as well. Everything is dirty anyways.

This new camper walking around was thrilled to see a dirty martini and another new camper enjoying the morning. That coffee mud in a cup for these folks was just not in the schedule.

And as the camper saw that it was happy hour at 9 a.m. at this campground, he said loudly, “How long are you here for?!” Yes. The most often asked question at camp. But never before had it been said with so much enthusiasm. He liked this camp.

Girl Person began to wonder if her usual mud in a cup was going to do the trick this morning after seeing such a display. Here this other camper was with her fancy tablecloth on a fancy tray table with a fancy glass and fancy olives. Her campsite was just like ours with dirt. Her campsite was just like ours but extra dirty. It was very. Extra. And she was very happy to answer this other camper’s question. You see, she was just here till the weekend. But she was going to make it count. Even if she couldn’t count right then.

Do any of us really know how long we are here for…no matter where that is? Do any of us know how long we can enjoy any one spot we land in?

Sometimes you have to forget about what is expected of you, what your schedule says and what other people’s schedule say. Time is short for us all. Sit. Stay awhile. But if you want to dance, have that martini. Be you. It’s no fun being fake.

That may not mean more time but more attention. When you show others that you can enjoy life, they won’t feel so guilty about enjoying theirs!

So sit down. Stay awhile. Or dance. It’s up to you. And ask yourself, “how long are you here for?”

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Never Too Close For Comfort

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Some persons say that there is such a thing as personal space. And that you need it.  Some persons say that there are close talkers. Or close barkers.  Some persons say that sometimes, you can be too close for comfort.  As usual, I am going to disagree to agree.  Yes…I said that right.  Too close for comfort?  Never.

As usual, it is my job to set not only the Sheriff straight, but the persons as well.  As usual, they need help to recognize the good things right before them.  Like this weekend, when Girl Person couldn’t hear anymore after she took a shower.  I told them about taking showers so much.  They don’t listen.

Apparently, at this awesome campground that we have had to stay at for the weekend, they have a policy.  Give everyone as much space as possible.  No, not at the campsite. It is time to know your neighbor. Enjoy the creek behind you. Make yourself comfortable.


Socialize. Get a little closer.  Talk as close as you want to.  Bark as close as you can. At everything.

But in the shower?  The shower that is clean with hot, fresh water?  Nope.  You should not be too close.  No.  Not at all.  You are gonna feel the force of that hot, fresh water from about 10 feet above your head.  And you are gonna enjoy it.


You might remember during our travels that Girl Person has had encounters with many showers that would frighten the pants off of anyone if they wore pants…which I do not.  Spiders, crickets, drains that don’t work, persons singing really loud, cold water, freezing water, trickles of water, push button timers…should I go on?  So on the rare opportunity that a shower this clean and hot awaits them, it is a wonderful thing.  But apparently, Girl Person does not remember how to take a proper shower.  Apparently, she forgot that when the water is coming out at you from the likes of a 60 foot waterfall, you forget your name. You forget everything you have been taught about the universe, about the stars, about gravity. You forget about keeping your feet on the ground.  Because you are seeing stars.

Girl Person put the shampoo on her head.  And as she tried to rinse it out and keep herself from falling out of the shower by the sheer force of it, she decided to cling to the wall.  Surely, if she wedged herself in the corner, she wouldn’t fall out and also she would get that shampoo out.  But as she wedged herself in the corner, she felt it.  She had put too much shampoo on her head.  She couldn’t see now, and so she tilted her head up.  Big mistake.  Now, the shampoo was pushed into her ears so hard that she wondered.  Was it really worth it to be clean? Well, after trying to get the shampoo out with no success, Girl Person finally realized that she would have to try something else.  She jumped up and down.  Water still in her ears.  She tried to suction it out.  Water still in her ears.  She tried to dance.  Which was not pretty I can imagine, but I don’t want to.  Now she was seeing stars…and she definitely wasn’t going to be a star with this routine.

If the campsites were made for socializing, this was now in jeopardy too.


You see, anyone that had heard the commotion in the shower was now going to avoid Girl Person at all costs.  Which actually worked out.  Because now she could not hear them…even if they were a close talker.

After Girl Person and Boy Person shared their shower stories of the night, Sheriff Brickle looked at me, and I knew.  It was time that they were reminded that finding the negative things in the positive things of your day is not acceptable.  Even if you are Girl Person and now you can’t hear and have an earache from a hot shower.  Because when we get back on the road and back in the prison showers, the waterfall shower will be called to mind as the hottest, cleanest and most forceful shower of all.  And it surely did its job of getting her clean. Now, even the inside of her ears are clean.  Can she hear?  No, no, she still cannot.  But it’s not like I can’t howl a little louder.

Life is all about experiences.  Some are unexpected like the waterfall shower.

But if you don’t find the humor in unexpected things, and the good in them, how fun is that?  Girl Person knows now, because I reminded her with my loud howling, that life can be fun in the rain or the shine.  It is how we look at the unexpected things and the experiences we have that make the fun.

So, Girl Person? Lesson learned.  You can never be too close for comfort.  Stay close to the positive things like that waterfall shower that was built by probably Paul Bunyan. And stay away from the negativity. No one needs that.

So today, instead of heading back to the Rose Cottage at Boy Person’s sister’s house for two weeks, we are going to give Girl Person one more day to enjoy the waterfall.  Shower.  Stay tuned this week for other waterfall visits and more small town visits in North Carolina!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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