The kitchen has finally been restored to it's former glory.  If I ever see the color blue again---I think I shall have a very bad reaction.  

I've decided to record more thoughts on the Komputer.  I finally managed to get away from father's disapproving gaze and sneak to the cellar.  Anytime I head toward the kitchen, I feel he suddenly appears as if by magic to ask where I'm heading.  I had to sneak down here after everyone has gone to sleep.

Now, to introduce the players who have recently come into my life and shown me so many wonderous new things:

Father is less than pleased with me at the moment.  Personally, I don't see where the problem lies.  Of course, blue was never the color Mother wanted for the kitchen---especially after having just re-built it after my last um......well, explosion.  And if I had known the experiment would have turned all of the new cabinetry blue, I would have covered it up before starting.  Of course, it probably wouldn't have helped as several hours later--well, I let's just say I never realized that wood could actually---melt.  Oh dear.  

It really is his fault-- if he'd just break down and give me a properly laboratory or let me go to work with a scientist I wouldn't have to work in the kitchen.  But, no.  "A woman's place is not in the workplace...but the home."  I bet he regrets indulging me as a child.  He always said I'd grow out of my science phase.  Especially after Edmund left for college.  I think he felt that my devotion to my older brother was the reason I insisted on purchasing chemistry sets instead of dolls and dresses.  Alas, for him, Edmund coming back and reporting back to me about all his scientific adventures only added fuel to the fire......especially after meeting...THEM.  Edmund introduced us the last time he was home from his "adventures."

The THEM I speak of, of course, are those who provided me with this rather startling technology that I'm using to record my thoughts.  They say it's from the future.  Somehow, they managed to disrupt the space/time continium and travel to the future.  The Captain is rather adament about me not recording any information that could incriminate them...so I will have to make up names in case this Kompewter (I think that's what they called it) falls into the wrong hands.   If father knew what was in his celler---he'd have a total fit, and I know I'd probably be disowned.  These time travlers and space captains are not exactly what he consideres polite society......and he's all about the outward appearance of things.  Stiff upper lip and all.  

I'd better be off.  I've been relegated to scraping what's left of the wallpaper off the walls as punishment.  Wait till Father sees that I'm wearing pants!