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In Canada, this is the Victoria Day Holiday weekend, a three-day weekend. Tomorrow, Monday, is Victoria Day, a holiday in honor of Queen Victoria of England's birthday. It is dusk. The neighbors are sitting around a backyard campfire with their visiting adult children. They shout back and forth to one another. The shouting is of necessity; the mother is extremely hard of hearing. The fire crackles in the spaces between their verbal missiles. In the distance, a long dying whistle signals that for some, holiday fireworks are beginning a day early. Attila has today off work. He worked yesterday; he will work tomorrow. I can hear him banging in the basement; he is having a great time building a workbench. He has wanted a new workbench since the day we moved into this house, seven years ago. The existing workbench is uncomfortably low and inconveniently deep. I will stay out of his way until he has completed the job. It is not that my physical presence presents any problem. It is that my creative input is not appreciated. I can always think of a better way that he might have done things, after he has done them. This site has undergone a change of design. The site structure remains the same; the page layouts have been altered significantly. Please let me know if you like it, and if you have any problems navigating the site. My obsession with Dreamweaver has not yet abated. I know that soon my attention will turn to other things, but for now I am playing with the program and reading the manual at every opportunity. I belong to the Words of a Woman Net Society [now defunct, 2007]. They (lilip and Raven) have just published the first issue of the associated, online Zine [now defunct, 2007]. I am thrilled to have been involved and invite you to visit the Zine [now defunct, 2007] and have a look around; you will not be disappointed. I am afraid that I am suffering from some kind of bug today. This afternoon there were so many wonderful things to do. Yet, I was distracted by the desire to fall softly into bed and to sleep, which is exactly what I did. I do feel slightly better now, but the improvement is marginal. It will be an early night tonight. |
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