8/23/97
I just finished summer school a couple of weeks ago, and the fall term starts this coming Wednesday. During the interim I've still been working at my assistantship. All of the free time I envisioned during school terms turned out to be less than I hoped and has quickly faded.
I have had some fun, though. I went home to visit my parents for a few days. My dad's friend has a cabin way, way back in the middle of nowhere, and I finally got to see it. Blue wildflowers and Queen Anne's lace scattered through the weeds along the gravel road leading to the cabin. The woods smelled great: I rolled down the truck window to breathe in the air. The cabin is furnished with a couch, table and chairs, bed, and a fully-equipped kitchen; most of the things were picked up at yard sales. Just a few weeks ago, my dad helped his friend build a deck on the back.
Nearby is a house that was once the home of a somewhat-famous Southern author. The house has a rustic look, but needs a lot of restoration, which has been undertaken recently. A pond covered in lily pads is in front of the cabin. There is also a natural spring on the property; I cupped my hands to drink from it. This whole time rain came down, freckling the pond with waterdrops.
My mom and I went to an antique store while I was home. I love good antique stores, poking around through old things. I especially like looking at embroidered linens, quilts, photos, and toys. Sometimes I wonder about the person who made these things, in the case of needlework or crafts, and why her family hasn't kept them. These things have a person and a story behind them, but those aspects are lost when they end up in a pile of linens with price tags on them. I guess I shouldn't complain, otherwise I'd never get to see them.
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