Those Pesky Lawns and School Supplies

As I drove to the store after having dropped Andrew off at the church, I saw something a bit unusual. Within 500 feet of each other I noticed a man mowing his lawn with one of those old-fashioned push-mowers, and a woman crouched in her lawn trimming the grass with a pair of scissors. Hmmm...interesting. I didn't realize the economy was that bad.

On a completely different note, I've suddenly realized it's that time of the year again: notebooks and pencils, binders, gluesticks; an array of school supplies are appearing in every store. College students are beginning to plan their class line-up for this upcoming semester, and I'm feeling a bit left out. I almost emailed one of my old art professors for a copy of this year's syllabus. It's my second year out of school, and to be honest I actually miss it, even though I spent almost three of my four school years wishing it was over. I've only finished two paintings since I graduated last year, mostly because I just don't have the motivation. I usually get home from work around 3 or 3:30, so I have plenty of time. And I'm usually not exhausted when I get home. I keep making the excuse that I don't have a proper workplace (which is true), but it's a bad excuse for an artist. I also make the excuse that I don't have the money for supplies, but that never stopped me in college. I used to paint whatever I could get my hands on. Which reminds me how sorely I miss garbage diving in the art building at Houghton. Ah, what treasures I used to find. People would toss out the most interesting and useful things.

"Vacation"

Camp, as always, was just wonderful.

I don't think I can remember not enjoying any of the 7 years that Andrew and I have been volunteering at Camp Timberledge in Beach Lake, PA. The first two years we were just general camp help, the next three we were counselors, and now that Andrew and I are married, we were activity directors in '08 and '09. Andrew was the rec director this year, while I instructed rock climbing. Side note: I actually had to do some research this year, since I haven't been in the climbing world since last year's camp! Unfortunately I only got to teach three classes due to the rain. There's always next year!

Being around Camp Timberledge also means being around children, since the camp directors, Jenn and John, have quite a brood of mini-Johns. This year there was an extended addition in the form of a three week old baby girl (Jenn's niece). This of course caused much awwing and ooing among the New Morses, not to mention the fact that the mini-est of the mini-Johns was just too cute for words, crawling around like there was no tomorrow.

I am now very inspired to do...things.