Ted (who has been working so many many many hours, poor guy) brought me home a flyer for a community college sort of thing in Cork which has a variety of classses that are of interest to me, including one in digital photography and a basic Spanish class. I'm not really likely to learn about my camera on my own, but I'd like to know how to use it as more than an automatic point and shoot, so a class might be good, and while I'd like to take Irish, I already speak some Spanish and would really like to get that language back. There are a bunch of other classes that look interesting, too, but those two are most immediately appealing, and probably 2 nights a week would be enough classes for me. Besides, some of the others are art classes, and I already know I'm not good at going to art classes. Drawing cylinders and learning perspective is important, but so goddamned boring. The only downer is that they appear to be on the nights Ted seems to most often (though not really predictably) have off. Anyway, so maybe more on that over the next few weeks. Registration is the first week of September.
Speaking of which, there's a brand-new leisure centre in Cobh that's supposed to be opening at the end of the month/early September. It's got a *pool* that everyone says is beautiful. I so very, very much want to swim. (I have not cut my hair off in part because I'm sort of hoping a good dose of chlorine over several weeks might take this almost-black stuff up to a lighter shade that I like better.)
All right. I need a shower, I need a drink, and I need to write. *bumbles off*
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