Saturday July 1

    My confinement to the apartment means that I am often at a loss as to what day it is. But as I type in a title to each blog, I only have to look at the top right hand corner of my computer screen to see the day and the date. Often the day surprises me...I thought it was the day before or  the day after....

    No sign of any back improvement today. As I sit here, I have--if not pain--at least discomfort, which from time to time as I move around on my seat sometimes becomes pain. If you see what I mean...

    Back to life story...lots of visits to Greece...Eudoxia's mother lived with us for a year. My parents visited us en-route to Dallas to see Rachel. I had picked them up in my Beetle at Kennedy Airport and driven them down to Washington. I am not sure that I would have the inclination now to drive from Washington to Kennedy Airport to meet anyone. 

    I do not recollect marital tensions in those early years. I think these all started to come to the fore as John got older. Perhaps differences in how to deal with a child began to surface and became more pronounced, creating strife and arguments. Increasingly I thought about divorce, but the idea of contesting custody of John was too daunting. I thought I would lose--I understood the courts were very biased towards mothers getting custody, and I seriously felt that John could get very screwed up if he lived with her as a sole parent.

To be continued...