One thing I am always tempted by is reading poetry, so when I was asked 10 days ago to read 8 American poems for an adult education class in the museum, together with a musician, I squeezed it into my schedule.  And every few days, another complication arose, making my job much more difficult.  

Today, when I showed up with my little powerpoint of poems I discovered a large hall, with at least a hundred people, and not enough time for half the poems I’d worked on.  The audience had come for the pianist and the singers, and I was there just to give the rubber stamp of education. 

It was like in college when because my boyfriend was far away I played the beard for at least half a dozen gay friends.

When will I learn my lesson?