Quiet June

In early June, I flew back to New Hampshire to visit my dad, sister and brother there.  I flew red-eye and as soon as I got off the bus from the airport, my sister whisked me away to an "encampment".  (photos at bottom of page)  Her husband was playing the role of printmaker, calligrapher in Fort #4, on the Connecticut River, circa 1784.  A really dreamlike experience for someone who is sleep deprived!!  But I had always wanted to see one of these uniquely eastern gatherings. In the following days I was able to spend time with my dad, and visit my brother in Dover.  My dad was weaker, but still alert and funny.  Since he had not had his usual lobster for his birthday two weeks before, we got take out from a fresh seafood place in town.  A great way to remember him last, as it would turn out to be.

Otherwise, June was a very quiet month.  I helped a friend celebrate her 60th by joining about 20 others, also pretending they were mermaids.  I signed up with a new group on the island - Bainbridge Artisan Resource Network.  They are planning a 17 million dollar building in 2 years.  Meanwhile they are crammed in a rented space.  On the last weekend, my friend Cathy and I camped at a state campground on an island off the Olympic Peninsula, and hiked the beach with the addition of another friend, the next day.  We found a boat that had been washed ashore.  This is a true sign of irresponsibility!

Emilia became very active, so I built a fence around my patio area.  I put up an old tent inside and equiped it with soft stuff and puzzles.  At the end of the month was the annual Rotary Auction.  I got her a trike.  She was not quite ready for it, but was out-growing the foot-propelled riding toy.  Here she is trying the tent out for the first time.