Windchimes

I haven't quit, cleaned windows, resorts and family

The two people who still read this, or the one person who's read every entry twice, may think I've given up writing in here, since I haven't for a couple of weeks.
(side note: the former is in no way a request for whoever this/these reader[s] is/are to tell other people about this journal. I'm much more comfortable with small audiences. I can even do oral presentations passably well when I do them before small classes. At least I've made passing grades on all those, and I'll improve. Larger audiences cause shortness of breath, confusion, and shaky legs. I read in front of an audience assembled at a release party for our university's annually published anthology and thought I was going to fall down the stairs when leaving the stage. My mother would say I need to learn to make my butterflies fly in formation. Funny thing is, after that particular instance, one of the students told me I was a great reader. Sometime, I suppose I need to figure out what I'm so scared of up there.

Whew, pity the vocalist that would have to hold a note for that long, side or front and center.

Anyway, no, I haven't given up on keeping this journal. As mentioned in the last entry, I spent the first week away at a beach resort with my husband, celebrating our 25th anniversary. When we got back, pc problems mentioned in an earlier entry had escalated to a point past endurable. This thing had to have a major overhaul. We removed the Windows, hopefully cleaned them well, and reinstalled. So far, it seems to be working very nicely. Yay! No pop-ups.

Pretty soon after all that was done, I went to visit my father and other family members who live in the same city.

I'm back home now, back on my own computer, reworked and renewed (the computer, not me). It's 11:33p.m. as I write this, and I feel sooooooooo ready to spend a night in my own bed again.

I want to write about what I saw and did in North Carolina, some discussions with my father, and what's been going on with my kids, among other things. My eyelids prefer I allow them to succumb to gravity, so I will write about other things tomorrow.

I also want to write an entry for the current "SLAM!"  prompt. Haven't decided which historical figure to use yet, but leaning toward Joan of Arc.

So, dear journal and its readers, goodnight for now.

J.H. Larrew
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