Still struggling a bit with my mood. It did get better; I haven’t been in the dumps all week. I think I am plain tired. This evening, we have our big annual membership dinner and meeting, and I will be much more relaxed when it is over. I was late with my reporting for it but got it done with a massive effort last weekend, (it is always late, so it isn’t just me) and so far, everyone who has seen it is (mostly) happy with it. Someone will find something to grumble about. It is the way of this group. Democracy is hard.
Tomorrow morning, I meet with the outgoing president and the incoming president at the bank to get the authorizations switched. I will feel even more relaxed after that is done. This marks a year since I took on this role. Wow, I sure learned a lot. Mostly about how nonprofits work and how a bunch of feisty old ladies’ work.
We have a couple of big challenges ahead. A tax status change and consolidation. All the groundwork has been done for these things. That is one of the reasons the year was so very challenging. Certain individuals were not on board with the tax status change, and they were obstructive. Almost crazy making-ly so. I will be working with them in the coming year; I do get along with them when they are not being obstructive and they remain on the board this cycle. Fingers crossed.
It is Chelsea Flower Show week. That has helped. I was so excited to see a picture of Tall Guy at the flower show in person on Facebook. Do you all remember Tall Guy from Open Diary? I am so happy that his life opened up and he has been getting the recognition he deserves for his comics. Such a compassionate man.
When I went to the garden this morning, (I am playing hooky from the Dialogue Group today because of the League event that starts late this afternoon) one of the tomato plant seedlings was just gone. Poof. No sign it was ever there. I put in three more. Everybody else has these big robust starts and here are my little guys. Oh well. I got more than enough tomatoes last year doing the same thing, so I am holding out hope. Just as long as more seedlings don’t go missing.
I am looking at you Mr. Wild Rabbit.
One of the guys in our group has just published a Memoir. It is called My Jedi Memoir, A Double Life. It has a great cover. I just got my copy today. It has this picture of him in front of a wall with an exotic looking dark wallpaper holding a lightsaber and an old-fashioned doctor’s bag. He has long covid and some other medical issues and faced with his own mortality this last year he decided to put down some of his family’s’ favorite stories.
We had him on a Zoom call last Sunday and it was great because I got to ask him all sorts of questions about the process of writing it and some about the underlying stories. He was an ER doctor in LA when he got drafted with his team to resuscitate the alien in the movie ET. After that he became a screenwriter (he had written a science fiction novel in his spare time before then) and more specifically a writer of movie novelizations. He also worked on a number of television shows including Melrose Place
He is funny and thoughtful in person and in writing. I asked him about fact checking and it turns out having been a doctor and needing to know his stuff because people’s lives depended on what he did helped him be precise about dates and things in a way that would be hard for me, Ms. La La Lyric Poet.
He did tell me in passing (and context) that he thought I had a distinctive “voice” and he didn’t think that at least would not be a problem for me if I were to try to complete a memoir.
Gosh, I can’t wait til this event tonight is over. I do get to go with Mrs. Sherlock who I have not seen in person in weeks. I am going to focus on that. Seeing my friend.
Next time I write here, my hope is I can present a much lighter mood. The world just seems a bit darker than usual so that may have something to do with it all. Maybe it isn’t me at all, just these crazy times we are in… I can take some small comfort in that.
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