Hello,
We are finally enjoying true spring here in central New York. I love how the leaves are so thin and translucent. They are as delicate as the petals of blossoms this time of year.
I had a good week as Wendy and I went for a late Mother’s day walk on Tue. I enjoy the woods at this time of year too. We both took lots of photos and enjoyed the time together.
The second event of this week was the Creative Strength Training Meeting. I am working on my Life Line for that group and enjoying it. I Sort of jump around as I think of details I want to add, but my first 20 years are almost done. 
I did the lesson for Textile Artists Stitch club with Salky eccced and I am happy with the start of my response to her technique of twisting thin strips of fabric and free form stitching.
Progress Report: New Fire New fires in the west inspire me to do new work. This is early but you can see were the main trees will go and the house aflame. So sad.
Bacteria It seems to be a week of new starts for me. It the moon headed toward fullness? I had a dream about a new work based on bacteria so I built a base to do the stitch work on.
Daily Practice I finished one more of my bases as apart of my daily practice. There are only two more awaiting my stiches and then I can begin to assemble the project.
Slow Stitch
College Life – Camp II
After week one there was a two week session. This alternating pattern was the story for the rest of the summer. The beauty of the two week sessions was that the councilors could and did take the kids to out of camp excursions. On my first one I took my ten year olds to a sight that was on the edge of the camp property where we set up our own tents and learned a little more wood craft. We got the fire going and the girls wrapped the potatoes in foil and we added them. At this point I discovered we had a bit of a problem. I had asked for chicken for our dinner and when I unwrapped them, I discovered that Jay had just pulled the first thing he saw from the freezer in our pack. So we had chicken necks for our meat. We just re-wrapped them and ate the potatoes, carrots and S’mores for dinner. Needless to say, I gave Jay a piece of my mind when we got home and checked the meat myself for all my other camping trips. Week three the Camper population was down and I did not have a cabin. I worked as Ellie’s assistant instead. I learned a lot about the administration of the camp that week and had a new respect for her. She told me it was easier than organizing her sixth grade classroom. The second two-week session I got moved to cabin 16 with Jo Ann, my Jr. Councilor, and a bunch of 12 year olds. We went for a float trip like the one all the councilors took earlier. The big event for that trip was the second morning when we woke up to find we were sharing our meadow with a group of hogs. I had one camper who would not come out of her tent. So I ended up carrying her to the boats while the rest of us dismantled the camp sight. We did stop on an island on the second afternoon and had fun swimming and swinging out over the river on a big rope.
I continued in cabin 16 the rest of the summer, and for my second float trip we had a different experience. The first day was fine, but during the night it started to rain. We got up in the light rain and packed the boats and headed down river. The girls did sing a lot in the morning–songs like “Michael Row your Boat to Shore” and “My Favorite Things.” But as it rained and drizzled on us all that day, spirits fell. Everyone was soaked and miserable. We were portaging over a dam at about 5:30 and not looking forward to the setting up our tents in the rain, when the camp truck pulled into the parking lot. The girls broke into the “Hallelujah Chorus” at full throat. Jay had redeemed himself. When we got back to camp hot showers and dry clothing were our first priority. It was a subdued dinner in the dining hall for us, especially as the dinner hour was over, and then back to the dry cabin and straight to the bunks and sleep. My only other camper adventure happened when one of my campers fell out of the lower bunk in the middle of the night and broke her arm. It just so happened the nurse was not in camp that night, so I ended up riding in the ambulance with her all the way to Lafayette. Between her sobbing and the siren, my ears were a bit taxed when we got to the hospital. Her parents met us there. I do not recall what time or how I got back to camp, but I did.
Now I wrote faithfully to Eric every week. But when he sent my first letter back with all the spelling corrected I was a bit angry. I wrote to him that if he wanted any more mail that would have to stop. He kindly stopped correcting–or at least I didn’t know about it.
Keep Creating
Carol