But I had a job this afternoon. It seemed worth the wine risk. Trying to raise (min.) $150 million for an international charity that needs a much bigger endowment.
Mostly, though? Hello, my dear Sim One.
This is what we did together, my sweet. 7 days a week. For 37 years.
A charity has a bit of a roadblock.
Simone dealt with the high-level, cultural, political, governance stuff. ("humans!!!!")
I tried to handle without diplomacy donor comms' tactics. "Do this. Do that."
With good vibes >>> lovely stuff happened. Sim One and I were a grilled cheese sandwich with 3 local cheeses and farmer's market heirloom tomatoes on a crispy sourdough bread. We hoped it worked somehow.
Did. Sometimes. Not always.