Today I went to an art class at a Center for Aging. I knew it started at 9. I didn't know it lasted until 12. I will take a snack next time. I left at 11. They were using oils and I just wanted to paint on my projects around some people. That worked fine, and I'll go again (with a snack). The painting looked like some Bob Ross stuff. I used to watch him on tv and liked the looks of it. I liked what she did with the class. Maybe I'll do some oil. I hate to pick up another batch of hobby materials. I'm pretty determined to do something with what I already have.
One woman asked if I would be interested in volunteering at the hospital. I asked if the volunteers had to do nasty stuff. She said they didn't let them do much; she volunteers on Wednesdays at the gift shop. There is an organizational meeting tomorrow at 9. I plan to go.
Another woman said she is going to lead a clogging class starting in March. I might try that. She said clogging is for clumsy people. That sounds like exercise. And surely the expectations won't be really high. I really hate going to a gym and doing stuff with coordinated, slim, fit people.