The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
I had to scale back what I was trying to do for Jovenes Adelante. I had taken on too much, and the amount of time needed by the technical projects is enormous in itself; being a member of this and that left no time for me and hardly left time for sleep. I hadn’t seen my housekeeper in a month and was reduced to leaving her notes. So I said “no, no, no” and feel ever so much better for it.
My talk at the UUs is scheduled for Sunday, the first of September. It’s time to review it – the notice of the talk in the newspaper will be published next week. I gave copy to the person who will put the order of service together. I printed the sheet music and gave it to the pianist, The only thing left to do is to print the text and to test the computer with the projector – I’ll be projecting some images of cell nuclei and chromosomes and galaxies and people. I’d like to have some people over after the talk, but don’t know that I can put that together.