Dear reader, I cannot tell you how many times last week I sat down intending to write, write about life, the universe, the upcoming Old Songs Festival. But each time I sat down, I allowed distractions to intrude. I felt myself making the choice. I had reasons – there was too much to do for the upcoming festival, either for Old Songs, special requests by Joy and Dan, Director and Assistant Director, calls from campers, emails from crew chiefs, sound and tech books to compile for each stage.
Dear ones I wished that I could have been with you but it wasn’t possible. We have been going through a saga of our own. The temperatures here have been in the high 90’s and one day it was 100*. And our entire building was without AC and water. Not fun!
No, the part that was needed finally arrived and they made the repair but they broke another part and it won’t arrive until this next Tuesday, July 9th and supposedly they will get it fixed by Wednesday July 10th. Glenn says we shouldn’t hold our breath.
Dear ones I wished that I could have been with you but it wasn’t possible. We have been going through a saga of our own. The temperatures here have been in the high 90’s and one day it was 100*. And our entire building was without AC and water. Not fun!
That sounds terrible! I hope it is all sorted now?
No, the part that was needed finally arrived and they made the repair but they broke another part and it won’t arrive until this next Tuesday, July 9th and supposedly they will get it fixed by Wednesday July 10th. Glenn says we shouldn’t hold our breath.
That reminds me of "The Gasman Cometh" where "it all makes work for the working man to do."