Winter Garden Planning Moon
Second (and last of this class) photoshop class tonight. Boy, is this a complex program and it’s only one in the Creative Suite. Lot of cool things but they will require a good bit of fiddling with before I get good with them. A lot of fiddling.
(granddaughter Ruth and lightning)
As I walked to the parking lot from the huge Champlain High School building tonight, it hit me that this is the future for many of us over 65. Classes, taking up space in buildings occupied by kids during the day. And what a great deal that we have this kind of learning available.
Last week I used one of the second floor bathrooms. In the men’s room the toilet paper was on a heavy, padlocked metal chain. The janitor was there and I asked him about it. He said you wouldn’t believe the condition of the restrooms at the end of many school days.
Best news. My cousin Leisa, in a coma for a couple of months following a stroke, has begun to speak. Stunning and happy news.
A productive day, another 1,500 words on Missing, some tentative stabs at the first essay in Reimagining and a long workout with little knee pain. Yeah.
Since I’ve shifted to this new work schedule, life seems fuller and busier. Seems odd, but it’s true. I guess I’m stuck with an internal engine that will just keep humming along until it can’t work anymore. There are much worse predicaments. In fact this may not be a predicament, just life continuing.