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3 May 87

Dear Professor Drishell,

I started carving wood last month. Today, as I was
outside chipping away at my log, I thought it was
time for me to write before you come home. It is
finally spring here. I carve, drink a beer and sing;
my neighbors stare and shake their heads. I like wood
carving.
I hope you are well and that your sabbatical has been
restful for you. No more canes and back pains. Working
as a T.A. helped me to understand how important it
is for faculty to get away from academic demands.
It will be good for us to have you back, though.
In February, Stephanie called to say she needed a
"puppy fix". She has these attacks periodically. I
had just bought a Yorkshire Terrier. Stephanie got
her "fix." I occasionally bring the dog, which I
named Hannah, to school. Hannah gets a huge
greeting from Stephanie and I get "oh, hello Delia(?)." I
haven't had a dog in 20 years; she has brought me
much satisfaction.
Stephanie nearly took up residence in the print-
making mezzanine until her show opened in March.
On some days, she looked a bit bleary eyed + ragged
around the edges. I can't fathom how she can work
like that but she does. Her opening went well (I
saw your family there. Daphene(?) remembered me but
Erik didn't). Stephanie looked relaxed and pleased
with herself. Things are more settled down now.
I bumped into Mrs. Truitt last week. She
wanted to know how my review went and I said
"it's gone, yes" and she looked baffled. She asked to