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The problem with my computer was in Word. I know this because it just did it again. This time I only lost five minutes of work... I shall save early and often from here on in since the finances for going more modern are not there.

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I'm baking some pastries (brie and galangale filling, with egg to make it all fluffy) for tomorrow's dance. Right now, they look like alien eggs in little nests. If they hatch into nestlings and swarm after me, then I shall have alien minions at my command. Brie-scented alien minions.

Mum and I were swapping Zelman Cowen stories this evening. I know him mainly from tales my late Auntie Joan told me, and Mum does, too. Only Auntie Joan told us each different tales. She told me about them dancing together (tiny Jewish community = limited dance partners). She told Mum about him keeping his ruler in his sock (he walked past her place to school). The only times I've been in the same room as him I've been too shy to say "Hi, you used to know my family." He was a very daunting bloke. Way larger than life.

Everyone else has stories of his life as a lawyer and thinker and the guy who saved the Governor-Generalship after Kerr. My family remembers that he used to walk past my aunt's to get to school and how he carried his ruler. There are sometimes real advantages in belonging to a minority. There are even more if one's acquaintance is limited to those one is not too shy of...

Anyway, I shall miss his presence from the background of my life. The whole country will miss him in every other way. He changed things. It wasn't all about rulers and dancing.