Though only ten of us met for this first class yesterday, and only two of us brought something to read, it was like a very exciting homecoming for all of us. We were like a flock of chattering birds until our instructor gathered us in.
I arrived very wet now knowing that I need to take a separate towel for my hair. Who wants an old beach towel that's been on the locker room floor used to dry the hair. Ewwwww.....and shampoo. I forgot the shampoo and conditioner. I used their liquid hand soap to wash mine yesterday, and as I scratched my head all day I laughed at myself. Those itchies will help me remember next week...I hope.
I read the five pages on “Music in the Third Reich,” much edited since I posted it here, and page three had the most errors. How delightful to have a bunch of people who know what they are doing looking at my work. I’ll miss the eagle eye of the Thursday Poets, but I won’t miss the expensive foods at that very quiet restaurant where they now meet.
Today I will go shuffle books at the Discovery shop then come home perhaps to work a while on that Architectural piece. Dinner: Quesadillas, guacamole, salsa, and a little fake sour cream. Not at all a low fat dinner, but a fresh and healthy one.