Dreams and Things

[I want remind the reader that sometimes my dreams are daydreams. I relate them all in the same way. Dreams are described by italics and all other in regular text.] I am with my third (and Swedish) wife in Gothenburg, Sweden, walking along a pedestrian boulevard lined with small shops. Much like the stalls in the ferry building at the end of Market street. I look at her walking so proudly, sexy in the understanding that others admire her appearance as do I.  I speak with her in my very broken Swedish  about the end of our marriage and the emotional wreckage it left with a flotsam of waste in its wake. I am keenly aware that my Swedish has deteriorated and she corrects me and fills in missing words as I speak with her. I am embarrassed by the quality of my Swedish and in a strange waking moment I am reminded that my marriage with her ended only seven years ago. No wonder my Swedish has almost left me. We are now with her parents ...

I am infatuated by the second woman I am dating. [I have been collecting highbrow words from Mirium-Webster's word of the day. I'm going to try using some of them in my diary entries henceforth.]  I am sedulous [ (1) involving with or accomplished with careful perseverance. (2) Diligent in application or pursuit.]  with the second woman.  (I should point out that I do not use the names of actual persons in my diary in case it ever gets located--it's private after all. The "second woman" refers to the second woman I met through the dating service. I am going to call her "Joyce" from now on to make it easier to type and less confusing to read.) I try very hard to be charming and attractive to her. But I have decided on recitude [(1) The quality of being straight (2) moral integrity : righteousness (3) the quality or state of being correct in judgement or procedure]  with her, or for that matter, with anyone I meet through the service. For one thing...