I think my Fold a BlueBird Class worked out OK. At least no one got a paper cut. Tomorrow, figure out how to get them hung from the ceiling.
Think I behaved myself at the wine seminar. One of the wines was supposed to have an “inky” flavor. Inky? Back in the nib pen days, people might have known what ink tasted like. Even in the fountain pen era. But, nowadays, who knows what ink tastes like? Does the wine smell like cherries or figs? Neither, it smells like wine. I will never make it as a wine person. But, it was good theater.
Now, I’ll take another crack a the Kawasaki Rose then off to bed.