I have signed up for another group of on-line Italian language lessons. It has been difficult to find a time when both and the teacher are available. For our initial meeting we have had to settle for 7.30 am on Thursday! Ouch! I hope very sincerely indeed that we can agree on something more congenial for the longer term.
Equally traumatic has been this morning’s experience of starting to sort out my clothing, for the change to winter wear. In the process I dug out a very old rucksack, which I have not used for ages, but which I have never been able to bring myself to abandon. I stopped using it more than twenty-five years ago, but for some reason I have to recognise that it would be impossible to throw it away. I wonder why?
At least night’s art class we were required to work with ink applied with very large brushes. (I’m still not sure why.) I spent the entire class cursing these things, and looking back over there evenings work I don’t feel that I did anything worthwhile. Rather than just ditch it, however, I will spend some time tomorrow reflecting on the experience. I wonder why novelty, in any area of life
Hi John the end of this post has been cut off. I hope you have recovered from having to converse in Italian at 7:30 am!
Lynrose
Still upright, and still facing forward!