The history of my schooling involves a lot of dropping out. It's to my credit that I graduated from high school, but I suspect that my gym clothes are moldering in some musty locker at Glendale College for in 1952 I floated away from academia and felt great relief in doing so.
I'm a slow-witted student, partly because I can't come right home to practice what I've learned. I was all ready to do that yesterday and realized at the last minute that I was about to miss the monthly book group Nadine and I started. I think I've told you before that as I look back over my adult life, I realize that I love to start clubs, but feel annoyed at the need to attend each meeting. After supper, I thought I'd practice my newfound knowledge until someone reminded me that it was Bingo night in the basement. Admittedly, one isn't obligated to play board games, but it had been several months since we'd played and Mr. Bob wanted to get back to it. As it was, between us, we won 4 out of 7 games, enough to feel a little sheepish.
I'm scheduled for another lesson tomorrow morning. I like the 9 a.m. appointment, before the Glendale Galleria parking lot gets full of obsessive shoppers. Yesterday I had the same trainer that I had 3 years ago when I started trying to gain some knowledge in a formal manner. One of my complaints is that we can't choose to have the same trainer every time we go, so it's a matter of starting from Square One each time, explaining what I'm there for. Greg is patient, I'll say that for him. Doesn't he resemble a young Fidel Castro?
Gotta go........or I'll be late for the Crones' meeting. I'll tell you about that tomorrow.