That date is not chosen at random; it's my wedding anniversary. I pulled it because I have just finished two and a half days of arranging my excursions on my upcoming cruise and wondered where I'll be then. I begin to believe it's going to happen. Anyway, on June 6 I will be in Rangiroa, French Polynesia, taking a sightseeing ride in a glass-bottom boat. Maybe it's going to happen.

I started writing a daily blog in order to be ready to keep a travelblog of my trip. So, after all the setbacks and delays, it's about time I started focusing on the trip, isn't it? See, I don't take pictures, although I have been told I must take a few now that I have a mini-iPad (or is it an iPad-mini?). At that, it's better than loading up with negatives and out-of-focus snaps and all that organizing and cataloging one must do. Make that past tense. Apparently these days one can get all the pix one wants with an iPhone. I guess it used to be fun for some people to mess about with the photographic detritus of a trip. But oh, pity the ones who had to view your Trip! On all the trips I have taken I have always met a few people who took pictures of me and them in front of something or other and who gave me copies. If the something or other was really interesting I bought a postcard photograph taken by an expert and stuck it in my journal. Fading memories, also fading photographs.

I think it's going to happen.

It's almost the end of the day and I have gone through so many plateaus, decisions, brinks and sighs of relief that I find it difficult to write a blog (like, when isn't it?), At least, after a (very) slow start, I did get something done, something ticked off my to-do list. Ah, but a person like me - or "like I" as Lorelei Lee would say. - finds it difficult, not to say paralyzing, to do the right thing each day, to do something, each day, to get through each day. I try.....

So then I had to look her up and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Anita Loos (1889-1981), the writer who created that iconic blonde. Now how, did I get here? That's the trouble with being so old and having such a long memory: everything leads to something else, and not only leads, because that implies going forward. See, everything leads to everything else, to the past as well as to wherever.

Do you know that I go through at least 7 blog ideas a day before I sit down to write, and then when I do, something comes up, like Anita Loos, and I get side-tracked - or is it blind-sided?

Tune in tomorrow. I'll try again.