My Girls.

H is finishing up her second week of summer class; three weeks to go. ART100 is the prerequisite for basically any computer related art class H will want to take going forward. She's worried she won't pass (mostly because she's afraid of bombing the written test her teacher keeps hinting at), but I think she's underestimating herself. Besides, as is my nature, I've already assured her that worst case she takes the class from a different teacher in the fall.

Last night S and I went to our first, of an 8 class session, in flameworking with borosillicate glass. After four hours of trying to absorb how to work with a brand new, incredibly complex artform, we were both kind of burnt out. We'll see how the next seven weeks go, though neither of us think we've found our next passion. But, as S is inclined to point out to me, at least we're building memories, and we'll even have physical objects at the end to help with the remembering.