It's the end of Kate's first day of her week of Springmaid Mountain Camp. I think she is fine. I am a little lonely.
Kate wrote that she saw a snake in the river. Her counselor Stephania told her not to worry; it was not 'poiseness'.... Kate's word. Is that 'poiseness' as in possibly a state of poise, or 'poiseness' as in get the heck out of there? You will remember that Kate is the child who believes spelling doesn't matter; what matters is if you are communicating. Well, I guess she communicated successfully. I knew what she meant.
Her encounter with the snake notwithstanding, I hope Kate has exhibited a state of poise....a 'poiseness'... on this trip. Whether riding her horse Kanawha (folks knowledgeable of the Springs umbrella of companies will appreciate the fitting name for her paint) or tubing on the river of thankfully non-'poiseness' snakes or eating the delicious delicacies prepared by Master Chef Wilkie, whom I grew to love during my Springs days, Kate will find her groove, and campers and counselors will more than likely remember her.
I have worried about how she will deal with her alopecia and the common shower area. I have worried that she might lose her wig in the river on the tubing trips. I have contemplated how Kate might handle her hairpiece falling off in the most inopportune of circumstances. But, you know, my heart and my head tell me she will handle it. She just does.
Ah yes, the first twenty-four hours of Springmaid. All is well.
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