My life fits me like someone else's coat these days.  Parts are too roomy, other parts bind and though there are some things I thought would suit, the thing either needs to be tossed out or tailored more to my needs.  I've tried living with it as it is, but I've spent so many hours feeling little but irritation that I'm ready to make those alterations.

Next month I cut that tiny little job I have down by a day per week.  Assuming I can find a substitute for Fridays--and believe me, I'll hunt one down if it kills one of us--I'm enrolling in a couple of art classes  in Madison through the university.  We'll see if my eyes and hands still work together and more importantly, what my mind does when I try to use it.

This doesn't seem like a big change except when I think that I've sent three children to university classes since the last time I paid paid tuition for this student.  I wouldn't have thought of doing it at all if I hadn't asked Stella what in the world I should do with myself.  She gave me the answer with all the ease one person can solve another's quandary.  For once I'm doing the smart thing and taking good advice that I've asked for.