Afternoon Entry

I went downtown this morning and had a great time. I found my drawing pad and my notebook–which I hadn’t even realized I had lost–in the storage cupboard of the classroom where the classes have been held for the last six weeks. So, that was a very good thing.

Then I went round to the front of the building to ask my questions about signing up for a new class. Just as I got there, the girl at the desk got up and left and a young man took her place!  Boy, was *I* lucky! He was wonderful, knew the answer to everything I asked and solved all my problems. The best thing he told me was that I could sign up on line on or after July 5th and PAY ON LINE! Now, I know this seems axiomatic, right? But last time I signed up on line {for an online class actually} I had to go to their office and stand in line for hours and hours to give them my money! He also told me what my student ID number was, and that I could actually check on line to see if my class was going to make or not!

So, next I went and had a slice of pizza  and a salad {with bleu-cheese dressing on the side} in air-conditioned comfort  and wandered through the mall. Finally, I went to the art shop and got myself some charcoal pencils, a pad of unbleached paper which is a nice cream color, waterproof ink so I can try a wash when I do ink, nib cleaner, which, I am embarrassed to admit my nibs really need,  a couple of drawing pencils and, yet another kneaded eraser. When I left class yesterday I was finished about 30 minutes before the end of the period.  I left three pencils and a chunk of kneaded eraser with Francis, one of the students in the class because, yet again,  he didn’t bring his supplies! He said he would leave them with Jean and I could pick them up when I pick up my final grade and the picture of my sister on July 7th, but I am not going to bet money that he will return them .  And if he does, well, one cannot  have too many pencils, right?

I got home just in time to hear the news that Melanie’s {our pregnant landlady} water had broken and they {she, her mother and her husband} were off to the hospital to meet her midwife. So, we hope Greta, their new daughter,  will arrive today, on Fred’s birthday.

Until later…