According to the fall schedule the same instructor is teaching a beginning painting class that I am eligible for. I am so tempted to just go ahead and commit, but I'm trying to talk myself out of it. It won't be expensive so money isn't the issue. It would mean two late nights - getting home at 10:30 - each week. It would mean long drives to and from Santa Rosa in the deepening winter when I really want most to curl up under the covers. It would mean using acrylic paint, which I don't particularly like and maybe even water soluble oils which I've never tried and have no interest in. It would also mean buckets of homework, constant projects with imminent due dates.
But those two nights - in addition to my one afternoon class at our local senior center - would mean lots and lots of practice and instruction. One of the treks would be shortened because I would be traveling after I leave Juvenile Hall so would already be halfway there. Demi could keep me company that night just as she did last fall. I liked the instructor a lot and was truly disappointed - devastated, really - when I had to leave.
There are 14 seats left in the class. I think one will be mine. (But I also want to sign up for American History, Spanish 3, beginning algebra - totally fogotten, but game- and puzzle-like - and two other art classes......).
My original plan was to live until I reach 105. I see no need to change that objective. School beckons, Nerd wins every time!