Public and Private

I spent some time today debating with myself: how much should I write about yesterday's disappointing day. I'd poured my heart out in my private journal, which has always been my outlet for my feelings. How much, if any, should I make public? I've always tried to look on the bright side of any situation; yet sometimes it feels dishonest to gloss over the troubles we've had.

"I suppose you're going to complain about me in your journal," Tab groused. He had remained in a bad mood yesterday and is still grumpy today.

"Hey, I've gone pretty easy on you in the past," I countered. "I haven't written about a lot of things so as not to upset you."

"Well, tell you what: I won't read it anymore. That way you can write whatever you want."

So that's way we left it. And that's why I wrote out my frustration of yesterday. It felt good to actually write about how I felt rather than trying to pretty it up for public consumption. Not that I'll be turning Jabberwocky into a rant-fest anytime soon. The reason I never reread my private journal is that it is full of hurt feelings, which are oh-so-tiresome to relive.

It feels strange to think that Tab won't be reading anymore. There's a whole part of my life that he won't be sharing with me now. I'm hurt, but I understand his reasoning. Maybe one day he will reconsider his decision. I hope so, anyway.

One of the worthwhile things I accomplished yesterday was installing antivirus software. It had been too long since I'd updated Norton, so I finally bought the latest version this week. I'm not worried about Love Bug-type viruses because I never open attachments, but I think it's just a matter of time before viruses will spread in more insidious ways. Heck, I had already been hit by the KAK worm before I got the patch for the security hole in Outlook Express.

Another thing I did was install the new color inkjet printer we recently bought. I have a laser printer for my freelance work, but we wanted to get a color printer for the boys. Daniel had several school projects this year for which it would have been nice to have had a color printer. Today I let the boys play with their "Paint, Write & Play" program and print out the colorful results. Here is Daniel's portrait of me picking a rose.

It's a remarkable likeness, I think!

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