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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

What happened to October?

What happened to October? I remember it coming. I remember savoring the crispness in the air. And now it has come and gone, with barely a nod to Halloween on its way out of the year.

November. Time to rake the leaves and prune back the bushes. Time to move my tender plants into the greenhouse and hope I remember to water them when it grows very cold. Time to remember veterans, and the birthday of my paternal grandfather, who is in his eighties now. Time to think about Thanksgiving, and the trip back East to visit my sisters. I've made apple crisp dessert using gala apples. They are sweet with just a hint of sour. Baked, they taste like ambrosia.

Last night Stephanie made curry-parmesan encrusted halibut. It was amazing. She is such a good cook. She's just geting over a bad sore throat. Sometimes I worry she's trying to do too much, what with going to school full time and working full time. But, she's a grown up, and it in her best interest to take care of herself, so all I can do is be as as supportive as I can.