Looking down mainstreet by Tommia Wright

I had a lot of fun strolling down the various ‘streets’ of Tiny Town. There were themes to some sections – not that I remembered to take proper notes.  To peer inside these buildings and see the details within – I regret never taking up the hobby of ‘house-making’ when the opportunity had presented itself in my youth. Then again, who says one is ever too old to start something new?

Tiny Town Library by Tommia Wright

Yesterday’s SVW writing workshop at the library began a study focusing on “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron. One of the assignments given was to list ‘five other lives’ one would have lived aside from current one. Obviously, bookaholic that I am, librarian was first on the list. I had played with the idea of earning a media specialist degree but cataloged numerous reasons why I couldn’t/shouldn’t pursue it. As it stands, I’m lucky to keep my own home library in order.

A secondary part to the assignment was/is to research one of the ‘other lives’ and so I chose today’s escape, I mean dash-in/dash-out into the city library to scoop up books on numbers. Not that my local library in town didn’t have some of the books I borrowed, but there’s a method to my madness, a certain target to be had in taking, to make the return trip to the city worthwhile (not to say I cannot come up with other reasons to roam, but I digress…).

Robbins Flowers by Tommia Wright

Why not have fun in reviewing numbers and see the fun created with them, play with them as easily as letters? Why not find the old algebra and basic calculus books for review (and the free online courses offered by the library)? While I’ve yet to figure out the logic of Sudoku, enjoying the simplicity of Kakuro, why not take time to play with another puzzle on the newspaper page? (Word searches, pop quizzes and crosswords are my current collection of fun).

It’s never too late to plant new seeds in the garden of learning. Every season offers a chance for something new, something different. So begins a discovery, one of many. Goodness knows what roads (and detours) I’ll find along the way.