After Camp was over I rented a car and drove to Dayton to see old friends. We lived in Dayton for 15 years, but we've been gone since 1989. The city and our old neighborhood have changed a lot (and of course we and our friends have all gotten older as well, and all the children have grown and produced grandchildren). I had forgotten how lovely Ohio is, green and rolling with neat farms and "real" barns and silos. Farm architecture is quite different in Texas. It rested my eyes to see a verdant landscape for a change--as the wildfires continued back home. It was wonderful to catch up on families, hobbies, obsessions; my fiber art is no less obsessing than Margot's knitting and bicycling, Ellie's tennis or Marilyn's traditional quilts. I find this reassuring.
Flew home Friday, rejoicing in family, cat, and my own bed. Saturday we attended the Performing Arts Gala at Sam Houston State University, and Rescue I, the quilt I had donated for auction, brought in over $400. I was very pleased, particularly after another bidder said she may be interested in buying its sister, Rescue II..