or, a good secondary or even third title could be art talk . . . or a good hat season. I could get used to days like this one…free time after my Osher classes each Wednesday.
Hubby and I decided to limit our classes and Osher activities to have as few morning drives to campus as possible. I chose my class, Early Utah Arts: 1847 to 1940, because it’s a class I don’t have to prepare for or do a lot of reading to prepare, and it’s on Wednesdays when we have a different talk each week–at noon–by a variety of interesting people and organizations. Also, I do a lot of reading on my own, and I didn’t want to do a lot of additional reading. When the class is done, I can either followup with additional searches on the internet, or I can forget about it until next Wednesday.
All I have to do is show up, with or without a notebook and pen (which works well with my faulty memory), choose a seat, sit back and watch (powerpoint presentations) and listen. In this way I’m learning a lot of local color and history in addition to learning what art is “collectible” in Utah. Things like this, art, sticks better if it’s fed to me in an anecdotal way in which I tend to remember things best. As a former Docent myself with some experience passing along stories, I find people care less about dates that are easy to forget, but remember better when things are framed within a time period or when an interesting story can be woven around it in the telling.
After my class ends, I have a half-hour break during which I usually chat with other class members I’ve come to know over the years. Then around 11:30 Hubby shows up for Lunch & Learn with a brown bag lunch we share while waiting for the lecture to begin. Today’s program was a slide show presentation about climbing Mount Everest by a local woman, Carol Masheter (also known as Silver Fox) in her 60’s. On May 24, 2008, along with an assortment of other adventurists–of which she was almost the oldest (a silver haired man was 3 months older)–conquered Mt. Everest, the highest mountain in the world. The whole trip, from SLC and back again, took about 70 days. She shared some of the highs (beautiful photographs, natch!) and lows (on the descent she suffered a sort of high-altitude–~26,000 feet–blindness). She’s very near finishing a book about the experience, (working title No Magic Helicopters). Talk about breaking stereotypes!
At one point, I think when Dr. Masheter was sharing tips about physically preparing for such a trip, I leaned over to Hubby and whispered, does this make you want to do something like this? Hubby has always been a fidgety and adventurous type who has problems sitting still very long, so I could easily imagine the wheels in his head turning. I was greatly relieved with his answer: actually this all seems like a highly unnecessary activity at this point. It’s good we’re slowing down at similar rates, ’cause I’d be awfully jealous if he could do that ’cause I know I can’t.
After lecture is over, I leave and have the afternoon to myself. Last week I stopped by my hairdresser’s for a short visit. Today I stopped by a small strip mall I pass on my way home. I got a bit carried away in Steinmart’s trying on all the scarves and hats. I’ve always loved hats. I tried on several and loved them all, feeling very gratified to see, well, almost sideburns, poking out on the edges! Yes, there’s a tuft or two of hair that show. So even though I need a new hat like another hole in the head, I bought one.
So, what do you think? Is it a good year for hats?