Friday June 30

Up in the morning--my usual struggle--with my leg almost paralyzed; but as the morning wore on, the pain lessened and disappeared when I was sitting, and it was not so bad when I got up and walked around. I always have the hope that one day something will happen to the nerve that is being squished, and then all will be well again. I can, at least, hope.

Joan wanted very much to see an exhibition of Morisot paintings at the Dulwich Gallery. That involved a train from Victoria, so she left when the rush-hour was over, and I was on my own thru to about quarter past three. However, I have no difficulty keeping myself amused, and the time passed without me feeling at a loss for something to do. And there was some good tennis from Eastbourne.

Where was I in my life story? 

Kinny, Juliet, Daniel, and Dougal had left for Colorado. I was socializing in my apartment on 35th Street at the top of Georgetown. In that apartment building emerged the next significant chapter in my life. And here I wish to pronounce the two major life lessons that I learned from my marriages.

1. Do not get married until you are thirty....

2. Do not get married on the rebound....

It was very much on the rebound that I hitched up with my second venture into a relationship that ended in marriage: Eudoxia. 

I have to say that I was fully into the relationship and had no misgivings about it for several years When and how it started to go wrong, I just do not recollect.