Ted and I had our first art class today and I have a
bouquet of impressionistic flowers started. I think we could probably learn as much by ourselves because we really
don't have a very good teacher. She probably knows a lot but isn't forceful or dynamic.

The other people in the class are very nice and very helpful
but have taken class after class already. We have messed
about with paints but never have had any formal instruction.

Adrienne was elected to the student council and is of course
in the honor society and Ashley got a good attitude award.
Her attitude is certainly better and the whining and crying
has pretty much stopped, although she still cherishes all
of her wounds and hurts. That always makes me want to say, "hey, I'm old and my hurts are worse than your hurts."
but it is probably better they have no idea of the creaks
and aches that await them.

I have to let Ted have the computer now. It is share and
share alike at our house.