Well, I made it through our recent regional vocal, choral and dance festivals in one piece (and very happily, as the performances were, as always, absolutely stellar), only to be broadsided by a completely unexpected situation regarding parental displeasure as to some adjudicators’ decisions.
It’s boiled over and become nasty enough for me to be seriously considered packing my directorship bags and quietly leaving the building, as it were. Having given many years of invisible and earnest backstage support to this community project, I can quite proudly say that I am leaving things in better shape than when I first became involved as part of an ad hoc “rescue committee” when the previous executive walked away en masse, but I now have a first-hand appreciation of why they did so.
Some folks thrive on high emotion and created drama; I am not one of them. I yearn to come peacefully back to the books, my only Big Important Decisions being whether to next read a Wharton, a Whipple or a Pym.
I’ve managed to read some interesting things in the brief moments of downtime I’ve snatched from the fray this past week; a book post will be coming shortly.
I’ve recently read about an young Englishwoman making a solo horseback journey across Canada in the first years of World War II, and discovered diverting modern(ish) novels by A.N. Wilson and W.D. Valgardson, just to mention a few. I do so want to talk about these, and some others, but it will have to wait until another day. (Is that the phone I hear ringing? Deep breath, and back into the fray!)