Fast forward to me being grown up and my friend MJ telling me about the really great music camp she attended every August, and how I'd really enjoy it. I smiled, nodded, and quietly wondered to myself, "Aren't I too old for camp?" When I think "camp", I think councilors; camp fires; little kids running around all day with more energy than I can imagine having; random craft projects; mass produced camp food; and lots of late nights giggling after the lights have been switched off. These days, I qualify as down-right boring: work at a steady pace with my sisters at whatever; quiet time by myself; do nothing in the sunshine; eat good food; go to bed when I'm tired - which is invariably earlier than your average camper. :) Once all that went through my head (in less time than it too you to read it) I had flashbacks to the little I'd learned about music camp when I first started playing violin; they were way beyond my capability AND they usually had an age cut-off that disqualified me anyway. So as fun as it would have been, I'd written that particular adventure off years ago as "expired possibility - may it rest in peace". But there was MJ telling me there was a camp that didn't have an age limit, and if she could handle the music so could I. I said no for two years: the first year was just plain cowardice; the second year didn't work because of scheduling.
Last year, when I bumped into MJ the week before camp she graciously extended a third invitation. Even I was surprised when I said I'd think about it. I mentioned the idea to dad, who encouraged me to go. Long story short: I went. With little warning and almost no pre-camp music practice I took courage and stepped out to try something new. And I am so glad I did! To say "it was so much fun" doesn't quite do it credit. But there is really no other way to say it . . . .
It was SO MUCH FUN!! When MJ said we'd be staying in a cabin I thought rustic cabin with sleeping bags, maybe a shower and a lot of campfire food. Umm . . . no. We have the coolest house ever.*
Three bedroom, two bath, full kitchen. With six adult women who like good food, it could do with a second refrigerator, but since we have a dishwasher nobody is complaining. :) That screened in porch is the new bit this year, and if the deck had a electrical outlet I'd be practically living out there.
Living in our house, besides me, is Jedi 'Cellist; not to be confused with The Irish 'Cellist, who also lives here; The Librarian; MJ; the Irish Dancer (who is The Irish 'Cellist's niece); the Student Violist and the The Very Cute Book-Worm - who came with the Jedi 'Cellist. Did I forget anybody? We have a lot of fun.
One of my favorite things about our house is the view. From our deck we see this:
A short walk and all this beauty . . . .
My favorite spot is at the end of the deck; my second favorite spot (unless someone claimed it first) is the swing that overlooks the lake.
So to my family - who encouraged me to come, challenged me to "not cheat" on the gluten/refined sugar free thing, and filled the gaps in my chore schedule:
I'm learning; I am enjoying; and the musical corner of my heart is being fed. I guess I must have needed this.
With lots of love
PS - if there are any cookies lurking in the house, you better hide them before I get back! :)
*with the exception of mine. I think my house is pretty cool, too - as are the people who live there. :)