My first chalk pastels class was scheduled to begin at 9:30 yesterday morning. I planned to leave the house at 8:45 to allow time for me to stop by my bank's ATM to get money for the class fee.
At 8:30, I took my art supply bag out to my car and settled them in the passenger seat, then went back inside to brush my teeth and get my purse, phone, and keys.
I could not find my keys. I'd last used them the day before when I went up to the community garden. I seemed to remember dropping them in my purse when I got home, but they were not in my purse. Nor on the table. Nor on the counter. Nor on the sewing table. Nor in my art supply bag in the car. And we don't have a spare set.
At 8:40, I decided to just drive the Wrangler to art class and find the car keys when I came home. I transferred the art supplies to the Wrangler and hit the road, with my mind still wrestling with the mystery of the missing keys. It occurred to me that, although unlikely, the keys could be in the garbage can. It was garbage pick-up day, and I'd seen The Husband take the kitchen garbage bag to the can before he rolled it to the street. Our garbage truck runs any time from dawn to dark, and I could not count on this week's garbage still being on the premises by the time class (and lunch with The Old Boss) was over.
About 2 miles from the house, I turned around and went home to take yesterday's garbage bag out of the can. I stashed it on the back porch because it was stinky. On the way back to the Wrangler, I saw my car keys laying on the driveway, next to the driver's door. I said a bad word or two, snatched up the keys, and got back in the Jeep. As I was backing out of the driveway, I saw the garbage can and decided that there was now no reason for yesterday's stinky garbage bag to stay on the back porch, so I went back and got it, and stuffed it in the can.
8:45. Whew. Still on schedule. Onward! Just needed to make a quick stop at the Dollar General on the way.
The bank where I'd planned to use the ATM is on the town square, roughly 3 blocks from the art class. All of the parking spots by the bank were full. I stopped in the street, turned on my flashers, jumped out to use the ATM. And it was out of service. The next closest ATM that wouldn't charge me a fee was 10 minutes away. Nothing to do but use the ATM at the convenience store on the corner, which charged me $3.50.
I made it to class by 9:30, a little frazzled.
It was a fun class. Five other ladies, plus me and the instructor. I didn't know any of them, but they all seemed very nice and are WAY ahead of me in talent. Several of them even do art instruction in other media. One of the ladies had sold a painting, and the other ladies were all, like, "YAYYY! Congratulations!" Some of them are exhibiting their art at various places around town. They are wayyyyy out of my league! But that's good! Maybe I'll learn something from them.
Most of the group was planning to have lunch uptown after class. I would've gone with them if I'd not had a lunch date with The Old Boss.
I am not sure if I'm going to like soft chalk pastels, but I'm going to like the class. :)
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