The beckoning weekend

You're going to be so bored if I don't get it together and draw or paint something new! I put a large sketchbook on the lamp table where I sit when I watch TV -- or just sit -- and, since there are always dogs hovering, I have no excuse to not draw them, at least. I wonder how many thousands of pages I'll have to sketch before one of them looks real.

In the meantime, I called in my credit card number so my school fees are paid, I'm on the class roster, and am expected to show up on Monday evening for the first class of the semester. On Sunday Steve and I are driving around the campus; neither of us has ever seen it even though, according to Google Maps, it's only eleven miles away. But it's "Mom's new school" and that's the way we're looking at it.

We celebrated my birthday last night by dining out -- even that phrase, "dining out," sounds elegant. We stay at home a lot -- you know, like old fogey stay-at-homes, and like it that way. But it was fun to have a pleasant evening away. Tonight we sat up and watched "The Bucket List," not a great movie but something to think about all the same. When you're living with cancer you start thinking about a lot of things differently...