Marking time, I guess. And that's all I have to say about that. I'll wait till November 14 to figure out who/where I am and what to do about it. (I already have plans for January.) So I'll think of something else.

Well, there's always my little scraps of papers, notes, quotations, files, ideas, questions, random thoughts and bloglets. They certainly take my mind off me. They're all such fun, I could sit down with one or more and be content - - no - rapt, for the rest of the evening Yes, it's evening and I don't have a baseball game in front of me.

Recent random thoughts: I was wondering how many women diarists have committed suicide.I know: this doesn't classify as fun. I's interesting, though. I can think of only four: Virginia Woolf (1882-1963 - water [drowning]); Dora Carrington (1893-1932 - gun); Anne Sexton (1928-1974 - carbon monoxide); Sylvia Plath (1932-1963- gas oven). Of course, looking up their dates with a fresh glance at their lives and careers (God bless Wikipedia) took some time, and I made a few more notes. I want to read Elizabeth Bowen's Geography III. No, she didn't commit suicide but I got sidetracked a bit.

More than a bit. I thought of Marie Bashkirtseff (1858-1884). She didn't commit suicide, she died too young of tuberculosis. But she was one of my favourite early diarists and now I want to re-read her diary. Oh my.

The world is so full of a number of things....

I have been struggling all day trying to transfer the image of a flyer for my play in New York and I can't do it. It's not that I'm a Luddite; I wish I weren't. I'm just inept. My friend Marla suggests that my difficulty is related to my navigational challenges. I've told you before I can't find my way out of a paper bag, nor down the hall back to the right elevator after I have just checked into my hotel room. I go the wrong way. In fact, if you tried to follow my directions you would find that I am infallibly incorrect. So with computer directions or TTC directions, for that matter. I can't follow them. I think it's because I have no concept of spatial relations.

It's no fun.

And it's not age-related. I've told the story before, that when I was eight (in Grade Five - how could they do that?) my teacher had forgotten something so she chose who she thought was the smartest kid in the class (smart in some things) and asked me to go to her home and get something for her. Well, I found my way to the area where she lived and then I couldn't find her house. I asked for help from - a neighbour? Eventually, I returned with the missing object. I don't remember that part. I just remember wandering. I am never late because I always allow enough time to get lost.

So I suppose it's natural (?) for this ineptitude to follow me onto a computer screen. If you don't hear from me, you'll know why. I wish I could send you the flyer. I think Marla put it on Facebook for me. I'll see if I can find it.