Saturday 11/04/2023
Only scheduled activity today was to lead the 2pm tour at the CHM. Unusually, there was a private tour scheduled to start at 1:30. Ordinarily that would be no problem; half an hour of headway should be plenty. Unfortunately the docent who led that group — someone I don’t know, named Jim Holtman — was very slow and talky. So when I led my group toward the first stop, there he was still talking, half an hour after he started. And the rest of the way, I was having to constantly stop and stall, riffing about things I normally don’t cover, waiting for the preceding group to move on. I ordinarily finish the 2pm tour at 2:55, in plenty of time to send my group off to see a live demo that starts at 3:15. This time it was 3:10 before I could finish. Holtman was still yakking to his group out in the lobby at 3:15, almost 2 hours after he started. He seemed to be holding their attention all that time, I have to give him that.
Well anyway, quiet day otherwise. I walked out in the morning to enjoy a sinfully large almond croissant at Madame Collette’s coffee place.
I am seriously questioning the time and effort I am putting into guitar. What am I going to do with it? Am I going to perform for others? I have been kinda shaping toward that, trying to put together a little set list of songs I wouldn’t be ashamed to do in semi-public. But do I really want to? And if so, when and how often? Or is this just for my private fun — and if so, am I enjoying it?
I meant to take advantage of the fact that Mary, the choir director who informed me that I would perform “in late December”, eats dinner about the same time. I meant to go down and sit with her and have a heart-to-heart about this. However, at the elevator I met my neighbors Leon and Margaret, who immediately invited me to sit with them, and how could I turn that down? So… later.
Codgerville 