Monday 08/04/2025
First thing was to meet with the tech from the consultant as he installed our new audio mixer board. It’s an improvement on the old one in a couple of ways, mainly in that the features that were broken are fixed, Bluetooth input and effects. It’s a step back in a couple of minor ways. I need to go back and play with it a bit, and take some pictures, so I can document it for the team. But now I headed out for FOPAL where I knew there were a bunch of boxes of books waiting.
Sixteen of them in fact. It took four hours to go through everything and get my section all lined up and ready for the sale weekend.
Back in time for a short nap and then it was time for Poetry Out Loud, the monthly meeting led by Joanne. In the half hour before the morning meeting I had picked a poem to read, T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”. It’s really long but I read the first page and a half, really a fun read. The one part really tells you what the air quality was like in 1920s London, when everybody burned coal for heat.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Later I helped Patty run a DVD on the 11th floor. Which for once went properly.
Codgerville 