It’s 9:00 pm
Daughter #2, the little one, is sound asleep and suffering symptoms of the flu. Husband, the great tolerator, is outa town. We all know where Daughter #1 is. She’s in college and I can’t tell you whether she’s got the flu or not. That’s just the way it’s gonna be from now on, so don’t keep asking.
What’s that? You didn’t ask? Oh, excuse me.
Thinking today about how important it is to make time count. You’ve gotta make sure that you don’t waste life worrying about it. Because, of course, in that case, it’s lost. Didn’t Henry James write a short story about that? YThe guy who never committed to anything because he was certain that his life was to be saved for something quite important. He never got around to doing anything. That was the point. That was the important point of his life — that he made a tragic mistake.
I have never liked the night. I feel in the darkness a sense of lost opportunities, wasted time. I regret, I rethink, I chase away unwanted thoughts, inventing things I should have done or said. I could have, should have. It’s exhausting. And such a waste of time. And effort.
But, tonight I am glad I have this blog. I will post a beautiful night photo — and remember what is good about the night.
Dinner at night, Topanga Canyon
