Last Class

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
-- E. M. Forster

Thursday, October 18, 2001
Two years ago: Javissimo
Three years ago: Knock-Down

Tonight was the last night of dance class for Jack's daughter H----. I wasn't going to bring it up (she didn't go last week), but her dad did and she did say she was going. I really enjoyed the dance afterwards! I don't think I'll push for further classes unless she brings it up, but if I'm going to all-ages events I'll ask if she wants to come with me.

A shame! She really didn't dance or practice enough to get over the first awkward hump and start having fun. She wasn't there enough to make friends with any of the other kids. Ah, well -- she's making friends in school and is willing to go to Civil Air Patrol, so that's all on the positive side.

It's been three years since Jack and I built the knock-down cabinet, which now resides in our bathroom. I felt at the time that working on a project together like this was a good exercise in cooperation. Our styles blended well (or at least I'm patient and flexible).