October 18
For what it’s worth, I’m talking to myself again. I think we are friends now, where for a while I wasn’t sure.
1979
For what it’s worth, I’m talking to myself again. I think we are friends now, where for a while I wasn’t sure. It seemed I couldn’t do anything right as far as I was concerned. But yesterday’s lecture/discussion went well I think. At least we discussed and I didn’t have to drag them into it. Now I know everyone in the class, too.
It’s back to business; I have a lot of lost time to make up!
Bedtime-
A good day! My third in a week. I appear to be out of the self-deprecating woods. How very, very pleasant. Tomorrow I wow’em at the Advisory Board meeting. Ha…there’s little chance for that. Those meetings are boredom itself. The free donuts and lunch will be nice, though. So will I.
2014
Fall, a poem
2017
Reminder: today is Wednesday.
Yesterday I did minor cleanup tasks in the morning. Then we had lunch at Franklin’s and went to the church to sort out the archives closet. Considering OMEKA for cataloguing the archives. My mind just raced ahead to church history, church archives, General Assembly. I need to acquire - regain - some self-discipline, fast!
I have Book 3 hovering around, sometimes on my mind, sometimes in the corner of the room, sometimes in the middle of a faraway ocean. Then I have new ideas crowding in on me, enough to keep me engaged for years. Which will I do? Which should I do? Which would I regret not doing?
Oh, my.
2023
Today I will draft an email to the residents of my retirement community that needs to simultaneously encourage some of them to come see our Lit Flicks screening of “Beowulf” and also make sure the faint of heart and easily offended stay home.