Frustrations

Amber Reunion experienced some technical frustrations today. I was ready to walk away and neglect my self-imposed "post quota."

But I am a stubborn hag. So I did a jig, popped a finger wag, and basta. We are back in business.

Suburban Chicago, March 1964. I dance to shake out the pre-bedtime frustrations.

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Suburban Chicago, March 1964. I've learned the finger-wag gesture from Tatjana. That maneuver, if pointed towards a Parent, will really send me to bed.