My mood is contemplative. Lately, I have not been able to get a certain passage from a book out of my head. I read this book in 1988. Thinking to expose the meaning of my small obsession, I will commit the passage to my journal.
This passage represents, in some way, an issue with which my psyche now wrestles. It may be days, weeks, or even months before the significance surfaces to awareness.
It is possible that once I am aware of the import of the passage, I will regret having here mentioned its existence. It is a chance I seem willing to take.
A small bit of whimsy has also been drifting in and out of my mind. I think it must be related to the above passage, but again, I do not understand the connection as of yet.
This bit of writing arives accompanied by the image of a photograph I once saw, source unknown. The photo portrayed two tippled older women, gay and coyly smiling, arm-in-arm, skirts pulled high, as they stepped together in dance. The crowd around them shared their delight.
I have reached a stumbling block in my efforts to install UNIX on my Macintosh via Virtual PC. I have exhausted known possibilities and can proceed no further on the install. Apparently, FreeBSD will not install from a virtual boot floppy created with Disk Copy on the Macintosh. Marjory does not have a floppy drive, so that a virtual floppy is the only option. I suppose I could purchase a set of CDs, but this is a project meant to take advantage of the much-touted "free" operating systems.
I am learning a great deal as I proceed with my failure and have received some excellent assistance from very knowledgeable people. So far, it has been a good experience. I continue to explore alternative possibilities.
Attila has worked hard this week, arising at 4 a.m. and leaving the house before 5 a.m. He has been taking short naps, but a sleep deficit is sneaking up on him. I will sacrifice his much-coveted company and insist that he take a lengthy nap before his evening meal.
The daughters are lost in preparations for the impending wedding. Attila and I find ourselves, for the first time in our relationship, with a social calendar full of parties and dinners to attend. We hope to meet the challenge with good grace. As much as I would enjoy being a curmudgeon, it would not be fair to indulge myself just now. This wedding is not about me, or at least it should not be.
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