As I sit here one day post-cataract surgery, squinting as I type, I’m musing about the terrific people who attended the Arts for Life Sampler. When you’ve lived 60 years or more, it’s almost inevitable that you’ve survived some bad times, whether physical, mental or emotional. Just among the people I know, we have a man who has twice survived breast cancer (my husband, as it happens), a woman who is diabetic and thyroid cancer survivor, various people undergoing treatment for a variety of cancers and other diseases, widows and widowers, caregivers for spouses with dementia and disability, and me, who has had rheumatoid arthritis for over 40 years. Yet this is not a blog of woe; rather, it’s to recognize and celebrate the joy I saw on the faces of our students and artist-teachers on May 5. One of these days, when our photographer finishes editing her portfolio from that day, you’ll see them too. Will we do it again? I can almost promise that we will. Stay tuned for developments.