I registered for a creative writing course from Washtenaw Community College.  I’ve always wanted to take something like that.  I thought (foolishly) that I’d be able to do that while I was at UM.  Reality set in right away that there was no time for anything beyond the work involved with attaining the degree.  But this course is only 6 weeks long, it’ll be done about the time school starts. 

I am looking forward to working on writing skills and getting feedback from an instructor.  Conversly as soon as I registered for the class a couple of weeks ago I forgot all about it.  So it started last Wednesday and I didn’t even think about it till last night on our drive back from Ann Arbor.  Now I am two lessons behind.  Typical!

As for the 90th birthday party.  That was fun.  My uncle is 90.  His two children and their children, my husband and I as well as my two brothers were there for dinner.  Some of us started asking questions about his life experiences and stories just spilled out of him.  He worked for the war department during World War II, so you can imagine yet not imagine the things he lived through.  He has all these stories bottled up inside, and I think he is anxious to tell them, yet we had not asked before.  We sat spellbound for many minutes listening and questioning.  There is so much more he can tell us; we need many more hours like the few we spent on Sunday evening.