September 19

Joe worked on his Third Computer Software which is highly commercial and something a few other million guys are working on, as I am thinking of how to bundle it with another product or service, reading lots of books on Marketing right now, after a lifetime of Money Failures.

I worked on a business book idea on the morning while he slept for a few hours, angry at the compyter because the passage between Word and Internet was not going quickly, thanks to his ultra security settings on this machine.

I would hate to admit publically what I feel like doing to the computer when it works too slowly, and I would never do that.

It is not just slowness, it is all those irritating screens, and I learned today the issue is that Word has to open with Front Page, and there is something wrong with this process.

I was thrilled or my own equivalent of it, to go swimming alone in the ocean for two hours in the afternoon. Another woman came down to the beach with a small mongrel and she swam for a shorter time and we waved farewell. I never feel really strong after all the exercise I do, though my muscles are beginning to emerge from the fat.

When I walked home, Joe greeted me with concern, after hearing a Hong Kong guy had been pulled under by a vicious wavbe, and dragged out to sea. I wanted to know how far out he was swimming, as I never go past my shoulders.

Still, I told Joe when I was walking out of the water, large waves kept striking at my legs, and I had to half-crawl out, as this beach is full of rocks and stones and pebbles, and I don't think anyone desirous of a smooth swim would rate it highly.

Joe was working so hard with a little notebook beside him filled with IT scribbles so I played Computer Widow and tiptoed around bringing him some green grapes and cup of milky tea.

Then I made a light dinner of chicken hot dogs, green salad, black sesame ice cream, and had a hell of a night trying to add a virtual custom postcard feature to my website. This is impossible to do, and you should just check out many websites of your friends have this feature: None?

After a few hours, I retired to the black leatherette couch that came with our home, and we watched the re-make of Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. I explained to Joe how millions of women around the world had never wanted to stay alone in a motel after that movie came out!

To earlier readers of mjy caustic comments on the best-seller The DaVinci Code, I now take some of that back, as I am really enjoying it now I am reading it.

Yes, I agree with the argument that since all men in the time of Jesus did get married to have children, that he might have had to please his mom and dad by getting married at an early age.