It was a good birthday. Yesterday, I drove to Emory in Atlanta to take a comedy class. I learned the obvious which is sobering. How did I not know this? I've got to make a correction next week. I described what I was writing and realised when I left that I did not clarify that I wasn't a published or paid writer at this time.
Anyway, that would make a good comic character.
One lady in the class offered to allow me to stay at her home to avoid the 2 1/2 hour ride back. Riding in the ratty truck I used to get there, I snickered at how her neighbors in her wealthy neighborhood would react to the limbs scattered in the truck bed.
I swear I will never drive it on the interstate in Atlanta. Riding the curves at 65 miles per hour at night with cars passing and swerving in front, it felt like an unwieldy spaceship. The interstate ride took about 30 harrowing minutes.
Anyway, two comedy sketches popped to mind.
Next week, I'll see how it goes.
I got home about 11:45 and did not suffer too much from my late bedtime today. We did the big grocery shopping. My mother loves to grocery shop. I know what you are thinking. Who loves to shop for groceries? Senior citizens do. As long as my mom is able, we are going. We are perennially overstocked but do not have an ingredient at times.
A little planning would be better than all this stocking we do. When an item is on sale, mom likes to buy in bulk. I don't like grocery shopping or trying to put all the stuff up where there is no room; but, I do love that my mother got another grocery trip in.
So it was a good day.