A bit of exercise

It is Saturday, so I have my painting class, the highlight of my week. Wish I was much better at this than I am, and wish I'd gotten in to it long ago so I might be better now! It is a test, each project, and I love it.

Today poor Emma was trying to help me with perspective. I 'get' it, but I'm rather analytical about it, have to work at it, and I'd very much like to get to where it comes more readily and naturally. It is one of those 'know it when you see it' - or, even more, when you don't - kind of things - you know something is off, but you can't quite figure out what. Arg! But today's efforts went well.

I used much of the rest of the day to visit sites for which I have applications to review. It would, of course, be easier with a car or bike, but that is not my reality so bus and foot it was! Did mean I got a fair amount of uphill and downhill hiking in today - and more in the morning, if it isn't raining then.

Bermuda really is a small place, and a friendly one. Today provided an example of that. My bus driver on the #3 route, from Swizzle Inn to Mosquito Hill/Bridle Hill, was a social sort, and we chatted away til we reached the stop I wanted to get off at. After my site visits, I walked from Middle Road to North Shore on Store Hill (you are following along on your maps, right?) - buses there run every 15 minutes, while they are hourly on Middle Road. While waiting for the next bus into town, one heading away from town beep-beeped at me - it was the same driver, now driving the #11 route. I hopped on my bus, rode til the point nearest my next designation, walked the distance to two more sites and the hardware store I wanted to visit on St. John's Road and Bakery Lane, then, walking back into town, there he was driving the #4 route, and beeping and waving like a crazy man. The coincidence obviously tickled us both.

A productive if low-key day...the sort of day where you notice the rainbow in front of the one billowing white cloud in the very blue sky, and the new crop of tiny baby chicks tootling along behind their mom. Walking lets you notice the scents - the jasmine, for instance, just lovely.