Home, again

I was away for a quite a few days, and, of course, I have not written a single word in my diary. Funny, though, the less I practice writing, the more my fear of jotting down my thoughts grows. I have even noticed that even my speech tends to be less fluent since I have discontinued writing in my diary –about five weeks, if I am not mistaken.

 

My aunt in Cleveland told me that I tend to stutter when I express my thoughts, but my friend, with whom I went to Cleveland, said that my apparent stuttering comes from my continual attempts to find a better word (which never seems to come, if it does, too easily).

 

I must admit that I was pleasantly surprised when my two cousins showed up on my birthday, although, a few hours before, they had told my aunt on the phone that they could not come.

 

It was the day after my birthday that I found out about a documentary—“Intelligent design” (I must admit that I did not get its author’s name). As far as I understood from M, although I had difficulties understanding his Southern accent, and even more so since my native language is not English, the author of this documentary attempted to spark off a debate about some loopholes of the Darwinist theory, loopholes that can be filled by this hypothesis of intelligent design. I could not grasp, in spite of my repeated calls, M’s definition of intelligent design. However, I asked M to explain his understanding of those loopholes in the Darwinist theory, and, again, there was no explanation. I, then, said that this intelligent design concept, as far as I could remember from reading some newspaper articles in the Canadian press, appears to clothe the old Creationist theory. M’s facial expression reflected disbelief, or sort of, and he said that it was not what he got from his readings and attending to that documentary. The discussion finished on a sour note, but I will not develop this here.