When It Rains, It Pours
After months going by where one day is so much like another, this week has turned into a very different kind of week. A couple of years ago, I had so many things going on that it seemed that no matter what meeting I attended, I was supposed to turn it into a newspaper report. I started to feel reluctance to coming home from a meeting and writing a report. Little by little, I whittled it down so that I didn't have so many reports to write.
Recently, one by one, these duties are returning to roost at my doorstep. Sigh. Monday I reported on the Art Guild meeting. Tuesday was the luncheon at Columbus. I felt so good about the fact that I didn't procrastinate about getting the articles written and then this morning, or late last night maybe, I realized that I have two dinners to attend today and will have to write reports on each of them. Sometimes I like to write reports but I'm getting to be that I like to come home from the meeting and relax, just like the rest of the group does. For me, it's not over till the reports are written.
Hence the title for this morning: When it rains, it pours. I have four reports to write this week. It's a good thing that basically I do enjoy writing. But, --that's why this job has fallen to me.
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at 2/16/2006 8:45:29 PM- Leslie, someone else has agreed to write up this evening's dinner meeting. That pleases me. I enjoy the meetings more, I think, when I don'thave to keep writing notes about what's going one. I certainly had a full day today.
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It's too bad you couldn't have someone do every other one to cut the writing in half. I suppose it kind of takes the fun out of the meetings (assuming that they are fun) when you know what's ahead of you.