The spring adult education brochure arrived in early February. I poured a cup of coffee and plunged into the list of options. Having dabbled in many classes throughout the years, I‘ve had my successes and failures. If they gave college credits for adult education classes, I’d have my doctorate by now.

My biggest failure was “Knitting 101.” I didn’t just fail; my instructor returned my deposit and advised I try crocheting, a class she didn’t teach.