Today at 4.16PM, my figure drawing teacher Ronette text(ed) me to ask if I would like to come to the evening class, seeing as I missed two Friday morning sessions in January. At around 4.50PM she rang my cell and left a message asking the same. At 5.15PM she rang my land line asking the same. I was weaving a genuinely boring cashmere scarf and I instinctively said "No."
I instinctively said "No" because I had my big red apron on, meaning, normally I would have had my PJs on underneath, having gotten up and gone straight to work after breakfast, washing my face and brushing my teeth. Then I remembered I had a shower and put on more or less proper clothes just before Kath arrived this morning. So I rang her at 5,20 to ask what time class started; she said, "5:30."
Long story short, I had Ben come and pick me up and I was in class around 5:45. And all I had to do was fetch my drawing class box and put on my sandals; I didn't bother getting out of the big red apron, my hair was in a crumpled work pony tail. The Thursday evening students must have thought I am an odd one...
* Keep my cell phone switched on and keep it by me at all times, rather than carrying it in my purse only when I go out. I might miss out on good things if I don't make the cell phone an extension of myself. (OR NOT; I HAVE PHONES, THOUGH I DON'T MIND TALKING.)
* Perhaps a more "standard" hygiene schedule and dress code would benefit, rather than my super-duper convenient one. On weaving days, I shower after work, before I cook dinner. My PJs are old T-shirts and old cotton 3/4 pants or sweat pants.
Question of the day:
* What on earth is the past tense of the verb, "to text", anyway???
Long weekend coming up; Ben and I continue to empty the kitchen and move the firewood from the driveway so builders can start demolishing the old wood burner starting Tuesday. Yikes.