who too was going to have nothing to do with this event.
Anyhow, over pancakes, I ranted and raved to Bill and Pete who just laughed. This momentarily raised my ire. But just momentarily. As they laughed, I saw the humor in the situation and was no longer angry about it.
Should the director ever call me (and most likely she won’t), I will tell her what my thoughts on this matter are because otherwise, I would be duplicitous. This is going to be difficult because she’s a really nice person and has worked really hard to keep the production going. I mean, think of all the people who do nothing but complain about the lack of entertainment resources in a given area. She has managed to put this together and keep it going now for five years or so.
There were some truly funny acts, which is wheat in with the chaff. But there was more chaff than wheat. Therein lies one problem. The other problem was that no new blood has been incorporated into the program. It’s the same old, same old – and there are no young people involved.
Some would say that I should volunteer and work at making this production better. Problem is, I do not have the time. I can’t allow myself to be distracted from the project that I’m now working on, the recycling book. And I need to continue to spend time with the horses. And there is my movement science work. My plate is full and there is no room for much else.
Whoa. I just spent a second day writing about this. Maybe, just maybe, continuing to mull this over was a good thing. I figured out what it is that I need to do. Move on, move on, move on – moooo.
Next: 321. 11/20/17: Where the Wind Don’t Blow so Strange