At last week's art class I had to bring in a 'still life' to paint. I grabbed a small pot of miniature daffodils that a kind friend had given me, in the hope that I could do them justice. I surprised myself and probably the teacher too. I am now 'getting it', that is the concept of watercolour painting. Tomorrow is the last class of the beginners' course. Now... do I continue on to the Intermediate level? One or two class mates want me too, so that we can learn together. We have learnt how to drag information out of the teacher... so, why not? I just have to find the money for another ten week course.As for hearing from the charitable organisation as to the results of their second investigation... today I received a second copy of my Leadership skills qualification. Am I the only one to see the irony of it all? There is no letter, no word, no email or phone call. At least the organisation is constant in its lack of communication.
I will be having a daughter and granddaughter to stay for Christmas after all. No lonely Christmas for me yet, though no doubt, it will happen at some point during the remainder of my lifetime.
Tonight, little amorous man in the jacuzzi (wife absent), asked me if my dancing class (run by the Gym for Children in Need), was any good. 'Yes... really good.' I replied. I went on to describe how we all attempted, with much humour, the Cha Cha Cha, Rumba, Rock 'n Roll and Samba. He asked if he joined the next class would I be there. 'Umm, not sure - probably not' I said, now on my guard. Pity, says he, as he would very much want to dance with me. Yuk! I got out of the pool, saying 'swapping partners was not allowed.' Not that I had a proper male partner... a girl who works at the Gym has been my partner for the last five weeks. How feeble was my reply to this thick-skinned man? I drove home thinking that I really must be more assertive and next time (and I think that this guy will indeed attempt a 'next time'), I will tell him to eff off! Perhaps that will do the trick!
I'd rather paint daffodils than negotiate around a dance floor with silly little men while their wives look on. Is it me?
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Glad you're having family for Christmas. I've got my son coming home too but, like you, I know that it's inevitable that one of these years I will spend it alone. I want to be sorry for myself when I have thoughts like that, and I am, but the thought that there must be thousands - tens of thousands - of people in the same position in the UK makes me sadder than anything. Wish I could do something about it but I have no idea what it would be. The thing is you can't replace what has been lost. I'm coming to the conclusion that all you can do is be there for anyone you know who is alone,and leave time to do the rest.
As for your creepy little friend, it sounds as though he is definitely after a bit of extra-curricular tango! I'd run a mile...unless he was fanciable, in which case I might be tempted. I've never been 'the other woman' - might be fun.
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