vast amounts of frittered time: people who don’t show up for appointments; people who sit around getting drunk (this second part, short-lived). Interesting moments through it all? Yes, of course, but so much wasted time for so little benefit? Yet there it is: summer approaching – meaning no revenues flowing in – and the need to scrounge around for the bits and driblets that may generate some income. And yes, of course also, some of these people I hold great affection for on an individual basis. I like the working parts better than the garden tables laden with too many spirits and other intoxicants. Four or five people at a time seems to be my limit, except if there’s singing involved.
voilà. The story in an impasse and too many commitments. What happens next beyond frustration? A further build-up of frustration, until the caged indignation finds an out.