The tape echo unit I wanted, but decided not to buy because we wouldn’t be here to receive it, and then changed my mind because someone WOULD be here after all, is now going for more than $100 more than it was yesterday. How sad.
I realized at some point that the thing I crave most about this educational endeavor I have embarked upon is a kind of impersonal anonymity. I just want to be done, with no fanfare, no drama, no back-patting.
I wonder if others experience money the same way as we do. We get to a panic state, no idea how things are going to resolve, and then it’s like the dam breaks and an elegant solution happens. It’s very strange.
Tonight’s meeting was virtual, and well-attended.