Opus Three

This is my third attempt to produce a few lines for my new blog. (That is to say, my only blog.) My sister told me that blog #2 had made her laugh out loud-- twice-- but my sister is fiercely loyal, and I'm thinking there might be very little sense in writing a blog if no one wants to read it but your sister. I mean I can reach my sister on the phone.

Still, I have heard that there are about four hundred thousand million billion people blogging every day, and they probably haven't got around to me yet, what with their own problems and the pressure of all those other people wanting to hear from them. However, I am going to remain hopeful. For instance, I would very much like to hear drom my nieces, who live in California. But they are only four and six years old, with better things to do than try to make me feel good. And, alas,they are not yet adept at the computer, so far as I know.

But they can both swim, which I can't. They are also entertaining. When I last visited them, I asked Hayley (the older one) why she didn't like school, and she said it was because of a kid named Algernon or Charlie, or something like that. Why? "He knock me," she said fiercely, and that was that.

Her younger sister, Alexa, is equally direct. She ran up a flight of stairs, woke me , and announced, "I have a idea." Whenever depression threatens, I tell myself , "I have a idea," and I'm good for the rest of the week.