The weather was cool again today. My ankles are cold. What does it mean? There was a time in my youth when I always felt warm, too warm. Now I frequently feel chilly and even worse my ankles feel cold. Why are my ankles cold? It is a mystery. As with all forms of progress, aging has a downside. Perhaps one of my descendants in the distant future will read this and think, "Why, she had cold ankles too! It must run in the family!"
I spent a happy hour on the back deck, sprawled on the deck chair. The breeze was brisk, the sun was strong, and I surveyed my kingdom with pleasure. Thinking how grand the whole situation was, me being free to sit in the sun on a beautiful day, I decided that I would drink a bottle of beer.
Last Christmas "The Eldest Daughter" and "The Fiance" arrived for dinner with a twelve pack of beer. They had purchased it with me in mind, my favorite label. I drank one then to celebrate the season. Now it is June, six months later, and today I drank the sixth bottle of beer from the case.
There is nothing like a cold beer, on a beautiful day, in the late afternoon when one already feels drowsy.
I can look forward to at least six more lazy afternoon beer extravaganzas.
I fell asleep in the sun and now I am red in the face. My feet are red too. I have looked better.
My computer project for the day has been to prepare my laptop for genealogy work. It is another of my obsessions, genealogy. I am convinced, looking at my prolific ancestors, that blood or marriage relates me to half of the population of Canada. I am slowly working my way towards documenting this suspicion with cold, hard facts.
I enter the results of my findings into an excellent genealogy software package called Reunion that is made for the Macintosh only. The company used to have a PC version but sold it too Sierra who now calls it Generations. Reunion is a wondrous database that keeps the longs lines of family history straight and in rows. Eventually I hope to convert my database to a web site, burn the site on a cross-platform CD, and distribute it at cost to my relatives.
It is 10:07 p.m. as I am writing and I have a few projects I would like to finish before retiring. One is to post my journal entry. The second is to install the MP3 Alarm Clock I downloaded today. I need this tomorrow so that I will remember to run the car over to the garage for its semiannual checkup. They have called me twice to remind me of this upcoming appointment. I know that as soon as I sit down in front of the computer tomorrow all thoughts of appointments will flee. I hope that a blast of music from out of nowhere will arrest my attention and the car will arrive at the garage at the designated time.
All the while that I am installing software and writing, I am watching "A Touch of Frost". This is a British produced detective series, which we enjoy very much. There is more reliance on story line and character development than on sensational melodrama.
Well, my allotted time is at an end and the software was not installed. Perhaps I will remember in the morning. Perhaps I will not.
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