Friday, May 25, 2018
Counting the days
On Monday when I went off to school with the silkworms in tow, they were in their second resting stage.
The schedule is, they eat, eat. eat, then they take a break, shed their old skin, and start eating again ... bigger bodies and bigger bites.
Now it is Friday and they are on their third resting break. From tonight the leaves will be going faster. Luckily, on last weekend's campout, I picked lots of mulberry leaves and brought them home, washed them and laid them out between layers of paper towels. Then the pile of damp towels and leaves went into a large zipper bag and into the vegetable drawer of the fridge. I am still picking leaves on morning walks and keeping those larger leaves for future meals. The two big trees in Harapa-park were cut down last fall. The big tree on the way to the station was cut down this spring, and the big one at the end of the street, during the winter. The one medium tree that grew between the wall and my neighbor's house was also removed, and another next to the weed lot was chopped off just a few weeks ago. I am now relying on stuff growing from the roots of several cut trees, so glad I have some saved in the drawer.
Norie lives in a place with natural woods and lots of trees and she will bring a few more leaves when we next meet.
The camp turned out fine. The predicted rain fell on Friday night before most of the scout families arrived and so the weather was cool and nice. The events were fun and the crafts went well, as I arrived Friday afternoon and had time to arrange the space and set out the leatherworking tools.
Being a congregation of people from all over the world, we were asked to come in native costume. Oh, what a grand display ... and the bible reading was made in 25 different languages during the second service, (21 at the first) and there was a display in the lobby of Bibles in many different languages.
It was an opportunity for me to dress in my native American regalia.
The most interesting thing I noted was a comparison between now and years ago. In those days, over 50 years ago, when I walked down the street, people I passed were pointing at me and exclaiming "foreigner" or "American" in Japanese.
Sunday, I went all the way to church, dressed like this, and no one even stared in my direction, let alone commented.
The quilt is still moving through the hoop. Progress is being made and I am looking forward to finishing up the center so I can play with the border.
The leak in the roof has been halted.
The hole in the floor remains, but that is the only way I have of checking for leaks.
When the heat of summer hits the roof, I do not know if the putty will dry out and crack again. I think the best solution might be a new roof that slants toward the gutter to be built over the current metal one. how or when or the cost is still to be planned out.
These little pink stars are sitting on a carpet square beside the hole in the floor.
Maybe they are happy to be there. ... but I am wishing their old table could come back to that corner and my other plants might return.
Well, like my days, everything moves slowly step by step ... though I might swear some of that time is running right past without even saying, "Boo".
I did bring home two little mulberry trees pulled up by the roots at camp, and planted them in pots. If they make it through the summer, I may have some trees in a few years.