Last night at our weekly canasta game, we were discussing what we each had done during the week. When it was my turn, I told about my trip to the City and lecture. I was quite surprised by the reaction of one of the women. She asked why I would want to go into the City and sit through a lecture.
I couldn't understand her reaction. Maybe I'm sterotyping her. I thought that as a teacher, she would understand someone's wanting to keep learning, no matter how old. Wait until she hears about some of my other planned studies - photography, geology, Shakespeare, French, just to name a few.
There's so much to learn, I keep thinking of a saying I've seen in some catalogs, "So many books, so little time".