I am wearing green velvet pants today--I got a good deal because I bought them in June, when nobody around here is thinking velvet pants.(Some people don't like to wear green, or say, orange...the fact that I will is good for the prices of clothes or housewares.) Someone in the class dialed in from Dakar, Senegal yesterday...it started at midnight his time. Not sure I have been that committed to ANYTHING, let alone craft and the writing process. So far, it's good, but it's another thing I will have to leave early from, so as a Stride For Independence(TM), it, like almost everything else I've ever undertaken with that as even a secret intention, is only a partial success. Also, because we read from "A Manual For Cleaning Women(I will have to check the recording tomorrow and hear how the discussion went!) I think I told the whole class I'm poor--Yet again the old Rules girl Creature of Mystery is off the table for me, but that's not embarrassing as it might have been in college. If I were still talking to Stepmonster, maybe I'd tell her I said I'm poor and related to her and finish her off for real, but it's not worth messing up a decade and a half of careful silence. Especially since somebody with Christmas money isn't Oliver Twist poor.