but then I chickened out.
The time didn’t seem dramatically right.
Here was my week:
Monday – work. Meetings. A press conference I didn’t know anything about. Scramble to finish some stuff — like to get bills paid and so on because the budget year is coming to a close and our government’s budgets don’t carry over from year to year. They close and open and there’s a gap of about two to four weeks when no bills can be paid because it’s a black-out period when the fine ants (finance people) crawl all over the spending and earning of the last year and analyze and report on it. We’re in it now.
Tuesday – work. Early meeting. More meetings behind that. A long lunch to come home and pack. Back to the office to do some paperwork. From work straight to the gallery where I was giving the reading. Not a bad turnout, some people I haven’t seen in a long time, and a good response to the work. (I will post a summary of what I read, I promise, and I will also post soundbites, but maybe not for a while, not till I have the time to put them together.)
Wednesday – up at 3:30 to catch a plane. Flew all day basically to get to a meeting in the southern Caribbean. Flew American Airlines. Note to self, if self can help it: NEVER AGAIN. They have stopped serving food on certain flights — like flights to the southern Caribbean (do they serve food on flights that lead to and from whiter countries, I wonder?). Having been travelling since 4:30 a.m., I did not eat. I wanted airplane food, believe it or not. Thank Amex for its plasticness. I had to PAY $5 FOR A SANDWICH. It’s not worth the miles I earn.
Thursday – up at 6:30 to get to the meeting. Met all day. The country hosting the meeting sent us on a boat ride for dinner. Went to bed at 12:30.
Friday – up at 7:00 to get to the meeting. Met all day. At the end of the day was informed that our call time for transport back to the airport yesterday was 3:30 a.m. Negotiation got it pushed back to 5:00. Went to the special dinner planned for the delegates, but skipped the cultural show after.
Saturday – up at 3:45 to clear out of the room, check out, and get to the airport. Flew out at 7:10. HAD TO PAY $5 FOR MY BREAKFAST – which was a variation on the lunch I paid $5 for on Wednesday. Not happy. BOYCOTT AMERICAN AIRLINES (I may not be able to; it seems to be the airline of choice for our government). But we caught an earlier plane out of Miami so that was a good thing.
Sunday – have a funeral, a radio programme, and some other stuff to do today.
Poetry is the last thing on my mind.