Lost in Space

O Lady Ursula, you brought tears to my eyes upon invoking the word "home". For what is "home" if not a place as elusive as the bell bottoms of yesteryear or the promise of sweet sweet Nadal winning Wimbledon...Just a touch of a wish, no more. Some of us are born to be at home in the world and others to chafe at it, as do I...I admit...No longer do I feel that the great red white and blue is home. If it ever were or could have been. I tell you truly, Lady U, I have been deluded. Deluded!

I forgot about the fourth, as my diary is my witness. I forgot about it for here it was a work day and not even the fact that I was out with an American and a Canadian changed my mind about it...it fizzled and twizzled and poof it was gone! Suddenly I also learn that it was also a day that the space shuttle did not could not decide how to rise in the air but finally it docked and then what did the astronaut say that was doing the spacewalk?

"It's a beautiful day in Ireland," he said, from above and I thought, such simplicity. For this English astronaut, gazing at Ireland from kajillion miles out there, even Ireland was home!

Not for me, at this time, such luxuries. But for me, certainly, the pleasures of the Mouse House release on pirates starring the delicious Johnny Depp!