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Aug. 28th, 2018
Bow Tie Tuesday
Aug. 28th, 2018 06:52 pmI'm not too sure about these colors. I'm really pushing it by wearing a pink hat, too. Oh well. I never claimed to have a classic fashion sense.
In addition to being Bow Tie Tuesday, apparently today is National Bow Tie Day. Fortunately it fell on a Tuesday this year. (This tie has appeared before here.)
It seems to be business as usual with my chorus, despite what seems to me like a very dark cloud. The "town hall" meeting isn't, as I thought at first, to get input from membership on what to do; it's more like to say what's happening and let people vent and accept it to whatever extent we accept it. I hate being in a position in which I suspect I may not be able to accept it, and may have to lose that part of my life. That's not a loss I want, or have anticipated. My hope that the guy would step aside for the good of the group didn't work out. The group looks to be going the ostrich route.
I have, just now, regarding all that, a kind of weariness in anticipating sadness, with unpleasant conflict looming in the meantime.
This is a good time (all except financially) to be starting back up with my analyst (who isn't really an analyst, but I'm calling her that here just now).
Tonight, however, I am going to eat some food and chill out. Except it's not chill. It's the last hot night of a little spell of bad sleeping weather. Running the fan all night.
I want a cheeseburger. But I have non-cheeseburger food at home. Non-cheeseburger dinner tonight.
In addition to being Bow Tie Tuesday, apparently today is National Bow Tie Day. Fortunately it fell on a Tuesday this year. (This tie has appeared before here.)
It seems to be business as usual with my chorus, despite what seems to me like a very dark cloud. The "town hall" meeting isn't, as I thought at first, to get input from membership on what to do; it's more like to say what's happening and let people vent and accept it to whatever extent we accept it. I hate being in a position in which I suspect I may not be able to accept it, and may have to lose that part of my life. That's not a loss I want, or have anticipated. My hope that the guy would step aside for the good of the group didn't work out. The group looks to be going the ostrich route.
I have, just now, regarding all that, a kind of weariness in anticipating sadness, with unpleasant conflict looming in the meantime.
This is a good time (all except financially) to be starting back up with my analyst (who isn't really an analyst, but I'm calling her that here just now).
Tonight, however, I am going to eat some food and chill out. Except it's not chill. It's the last hot night of a little spell of bad sleeping weather. Running the fan all night.
I want a cheeseburger. But I have non-cheeseburger food at home. Non-cheeseburger dinner tonight.