Van Gone: Beginners for French Update.

Beginners for French is a bust!  Apparently there are not enough beginners to hold a class this working semester.  Really?  Mon Dieu!

I’m okay.  I’ve moved on.  French is replaceable (e.g. if I take French out of French Fries, I still have fries).  Step off, French.  There will be paint!

I am soon to begin a water colour painting class (for beginners)!  Is this a skill I can really learn?  My skepticism runs deep.  Will painting foster an insanity in me; bring water to a deeply planted seed?  All my appendages are currently intact and I have painted every room in my home.  This has to count for something.

Painting will be my new and more universal language.  My sarcasm will now surface in colour, style and content.  I’ll see a red door and I may just paint it midnight black.  It will all depend on the day now won’t it. . .

All things silly aside, check out the Anna Templeton Centre and see if there is a class in arting or crafting that might appeal to you. J

Do you miss 2012 yet?

I’m not an overly nostalgic girl.  I embrace the new, but can admit to missing a few things.  In 30 seconds, these four items fell off memory lane and onto my page as little things I remember enjoying but haven’t experienced for some time:

1. Video Rental Stores.  I’ve never seen Last of the Mohicans but I bet in 50 years some Kevin Smith type might write a little flick called Last of the Video Hos.  Less violent (perhaps).  Do I thoroughly enjoy access to films through online resources?  Yes.  I still miss finding a gem of a foreign film on the bottom row in the back corner of the video store though.
2. Liner Notes and Cover Art on music albums and CDs.  I’m sure some bands still bother.  I wouldn’t really know as I haven’t bought an album or CD in some time.  Even if you don’t like The Grateful Dead and cannot name one of their songs – I know you know the art.

I loved reading the “thank-you” and “guest musicians” sections inside album and CD inserts.  Imagine the excitement this big Banshee fan experienced as I read the liner notes of a friend’s copy of the Indigio Girls CD Rites of Passage within which a thank you was given to Siouxsie and her Banshees!

3. Phone Cords.  Do I enjoy the freedom of the cordless and cell?  O yes.  But with a hint of nostalgia I remember the attention one had to give the caller on the other line when you were pinned to the end of the sofa whirling the curly cord between your fingers and doodling on the phone book.  (This reminds me that I miss kind, but silly prank phone calls too).
4. Tax Free Loose Candy.  I swear I still remember the day I went to Marie’s Mini Mart with a dollar and asked for 100 penny candy and was told I needed $1.19 to pay for them.  What?!  It had to infuriate the cashiers to no end to have to constantly answer life’s newest and most important question, “I have 60 cents.  How many one-cent candy can I get with that?”

O dear.  Hello 2013! J