A couple I met on the ship left us at Miami and continued their cruise north and east and south, ever since July 8. I just received their last communique as they were leaving Yangon, Mianmar. They were going to spend 9 hours in Phuket before heading to Singapore, where we all started last March 23, and flying home. So they really did go around the world, more places than our original cruise had planned. WOW. The shore excursions they have taken have given their life a different focus, constantly changing and yet the same. I will be very interested to learn about their re-entry and their rehabilitation to land life.

"Different living is not living in different places/But creating in the mind a map..." I think that's how it goes.

I looked it up. I thought it was the beginning of a poem by Cecil Day-Lewis (1904-1972) (father of Daniel, the actor), but I was wrong. It's by Stephen Spender (1909-1995). Remember that for Trivial Pursuit. I guess we all create maps, daily ones, to aid us in our navigation of this strange habitat. It keeps changing and so do we.

Well, maybe I'll look it up now. I hope i can find my way back....

I did and I did, and discovered my error, one that I've held for a long time. Well, here's one I'm pretty sure is by C. Day-Lewis:

"So this is I that was an I twenty-five years ago... " But I'd better check.

I can't find it. Can anyone help me? I've been quoting that for years (everything I do I've been doing for years) and now the earth has shifted under my feet. Oh dear. My mind is like the walls of a large bathroom, with quotations and neat lines and aphorisms pasted all over them/it. Some of them are scraps, ripped or stained, tattered and fuzzy. Fuzzy is bad.

Maybe I should redecorate.

I did too, missed me, I mean. I lost my provider on Friday, for all three of my communicants; I have a Desktop and a small MacBookAire laptop, and an iPadMini) and was thus silenced for the weekend. Monday I called Rogers - a last resort - and it wasn't even penultimate. The so-called helper had me reboot my Modem and my Motorola thing and when that didn't work he tried to sell me a new router. So today I spoke to the building manager and he gave me the number of the guru who is in charge of a newly introduced WiFi system for the building. I don't know why I was able to function when I returned from my cruise, but the new system has finally caught up with me. The techie gave me really complicated passwords (he called them keys), one for my laptop and one for my iPad, i.e. my handheld devices, but nothing for the Desktop. I had to fiddle with the iPad for a while l and I'm not sure how it finally caught on. Maybe it was after I gave up and poked around Little Mac - my affectionate name for the Aire; the Desktop is Big Mac; the iPad is Minnie. I know: it's a bit anthropomorphic but I'm told that people are relating to their humanoid robots so much that they are being warned not to try to have sex with them. Anyway, here I am. It's not quite as simple as it was for me to step in and write my blog but I'm here and that's what counts.

I've thought of at least six blog ideas, but they, too, are gone. I've been thinking and working hard, including a good session with my partner, beginning to focus sharply on the screenplay I am writing based on her book based on the book she discovered about the event we're writing about plus all kinds of her own first-hand research. If that sounds too derivative, it won't be.

I don't know what I'm going to do about Rogers and Big Mac. I can't afford a divorced. I have two email addresses but the Rogers one is my primary business contact. I'll think about that tomorrow. In the meantime, there you are, my precious blog. Did you miss me?