Courage to do something new

Sep 10, 2018 by Elizabeth 4 Comments

This is the beginning of the educational year in the UK.

In July, when I realised I was no longer the ‘wise woman’ of the Furlong family children, being old fashioned and out of date, past my sell by date, etc.  I realised I needed something to do that was not webbed to my family. What I needed was to make my own network; follow my own interests.
Here in the UK, we have something called The University of the Third Age – the U3A – so I decided to find out what they do. Their year started today.

So,

I courageously went down into the town on the bus and tried to find the place they hold many of their meetings and groups. In the absence of Bobby-the-now-dead-dog forcing us to walk every day, I intended to see what “Moving to Music” might be like.

Well,

by the time I actually FOUND the place, I was dead on my feet. And the group is full. I had to put my name down on a very long waiting list.

On Wednesday, there is a philosophy group there and I have ascertained they have a place for me. I know where they are now, so, on Wednesday,  I ought to arrive fresh as a daisy.

I had to get home after today finding the correct bus-stop over the river. And I managed. I would rather have stayed at home and watched TV or pottered around in the garden, as “Moving to Anything” is not my pick treat.

But Bobby-the-now-dead-dog needs replacing!

As I came home I noticed that the river which is usually teaming with ducks had none on it. I’m getting phobic about the lack of birds this summer. The only birds I saw were some jackdaws scavenging in some mown grass on the roadside.  Perhaps they are immune to the bird-sucking vortex that removed all the birds from our street!