I did things and things happened to me. But nothing jumped out and said 'make me the theme of the day for the journal.' Journal writers who use the essay format have this problem. OK, you couldn't really call what appears here daily a great essay but then that's a tall order daily. But I usually try to have a theme.

I thought about weddings and marriage as a theme. A friend's daughter is getting married. I met my friend for lunch and took the daughter's present to her. She's getting married while we are out of town. I don't like weddings and I'm not really sorry to miss this one. On the surface, just given the facts, I wouldn't recommend that she marry this guy. You know, facts like her age, his children from a prior relationship. But this kid is always doing what other people tell her won't work. I really wouldn't bet against her.

But, then, I don't bet against anyone when they are getting married. It's serious business to me and I take them seriously even when the ceremonies seem ridiculous and too much of someone's money is being spent. I got involved with the marriage of the son of some other friends a few years ago. He was living here and they needed help finding a place to have a rehearsal dinner and then they decided to have it (and the wedding) at a club we belonged to then. Then the club went out of business and we just did get the wedding done before they shut their doors. This wedding is near enough in memory to have been immortalized in the pages of this journal.

But all the ceremony and towel sets don't guarantee success. No, not at all.

So, no wedding didn't make it as a theme.

I thought about religion as a theme since I was reading Peter the Great and how he promoted religious tolerance as a practical matter (to get foreigners and their knowledge in to modernize Russia). And also because of this conversation that I had in the grocery store parking lot today.

Woman pushing baby carriage with stack of brochures in top, baby in bottom says something about the brochures, a religious tract.

Me: I'm not religious.

She: Do you speak Spanish?

That set me thinking but a theme didn't develop.

I thought about writing about stuff, things, possessions...a frequent topic here and, of course, the topic of one of the books I don't write. For the wedding present I gave a laundry basket full of stuff with a wry (well, maybe) message about household advice. Kids today are registered at Target or fancier stores and you can buy stuff they randomly scanned in on-line. But where's the creativity in that? (Frankly, it's what I usually do.) Anyway, in the basket. A molded foot stool, tongs, plastic ladles and spoons, rubber jar openers, chip clip, a rubber mallet, scrub rags, a feather duster, a cookie sheet, some glass bowls, some dish towels. And lighter fluid. (My note said that naphtha aka lighter fluid would dissolve adhesives.) Anyway, stuff in the basket but not a theme somehow.

In the evening, we went to a meeting about a fundraiser we are having here and then to a CD release party for the vanity CD (in other words, self-done for fun) of a high tech guru. The CD (his voice is pretty good) blasted over giant speakers and confused some of the older folks while they ate the good food and drank the good drinks. Nice party. But no 'Moon River' theme developed or anything.

I thought about writing about computer programs since I spent park of the day fooling with Fireworks and a book with tips and projects. But I didn't think I felt like developing it.

I don't know. Whatever.

 

 

 

 

 

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mood was pretty good

physically feeling great