Friday Afternoon and Evening

Recently I have been going to bed later and later and thus getting up  later and later. Since I only seem to have energy in the morning, being in bed at this time is a waste of my time. So, I have started trying to train myself to go to bed earlier and get up earlier. Although I went to sleep past midnight last night, I forced myself to be up at 8:30 this morning and thus I have been sleepy all day!  I have plans to be in bed by 11 tonight.

I went to my art class at 1 pm this afternoon and got very irritated by the instructor. The irritability was partly due to the fact that I only had some toast for breakfast and a banana before I left for the class and when I let myself get hungry, I get very irritable. But part of it was due to the instructor who was to start with, 10 minutes late. We had one person who was not present when we last met and so he spent the next twenty minutes going over the whole oil pastels technique which he had covered with those of us who were there. I am sure the woman who missed it was pleased but I wasn’t. Eventually he did start on dry pastels and that was ok. Except he is a talented artist but NOT a good teacher.

There were lots of things he assumed his pupils  already knew but two of the group are complete beginners. Then there is me, who is not a beginner but who has not done any art for a long time, and finally, J. and her husband. J. has, apparently been taking lessons for a long time and every time one of the beginners asked a question of the instructor, J. jumped in and answered it—and, he let her! Now, she has done this since the first day, and normally it has not bothered me. But I was hungry and when I am like that, everything irritates me. Her husband is also a beginner and he puts himself down at every opportunity. J. kept saying, “M.! {the instructor} Look at this and tell him it is good!” Actually, he wasn’t bad at all but every time the instructor told him what was good he made some self-deprecating remark which was supposed to be funny. But I just got more and more irritable. I did manage not to say anything until I got home and then poor Fred got the brunt of it! Fortunately, once my hunger was assuaged the irritability went away too.

At four o’clock I went to tutor Robin and stayed until 5 pm. I helped her with the outline of an essay which she will write over the weekend. Then on Monday, I will go over her first draft and see where the reader {me} needs to know more and check for mechanics like spelling and things like agreement of subject and verb etc. I came home, picked up my library books and went back to the library to return two. I spent 30 minutes in the library reading Arthritis Today, a magazine that usually has something in it I find useful. I don’t find it useful enough to subscribe to {that would be PC World} but I got into the habit of reading Arthritis Today when I worked at the library.

So, here I am sitting on the bed half-watching reruns of “StarGate: SG1” and “StarGate: Atlantis.” I am going to bed early tonight–I really am…

Oh, I signed up for the line-dancing  and the jazzercise evening classes. They both start next week.

Until later…