June 27, 2017
Dear Mr. ,
I feel like drinking a pot of coffee, and all the bacon and sausage I can find. Throw in some eggs and fruit too, please. But, I wouldn’t normally be so hung up on meat if it hadn’t been for all of this (no special coded word just talking is all). How about you? I imagine you sleep and eat better than me.
I am a little worried. All this open house business. I cannot figure anything out anymore. Too many trixies. Lemons are bad now? My laundry detergent? The dryer?
Please, I am not in love at all. I just have to say that, so that when I go to I am not made to feel dumb or naïve.
Here is what I understood from watching. Green was up. I heard while driving that you were unaware of all the happenings and dirty tricks that were being played. I still do not believe this. Everyone had to know and be a part in it. Which left me with being unable to trust anyone. It is hard for me to distinguish between actors playing a part to “rile me up” and real conversations and help.
I need to tell you – there is a difference between small and subtle. Small works for me. Subtle does not work as it is too easy to be misinterpreted.
There has been a lot written and said about my caring for my mother, but the other truth is while caring for my mother, I was also taking care of my father. I paid his bills, took care of his finances, made sure he went to the doctor which meant I made him go to the doctor and dentist, and so much more.
I feel a little like Joan Wilder in Romancing the Stone. The place it takes me to write, it takes a while to get there, but once I am there it’s hard to stop writing.
Every day there is so much I wish to say to you for understanding and . I run out of time every day.
Crispy fried tired and spent.
I want to be free to make my own choices which is why I did not go the way of since that hasn’t been the case anyway. Also, for safety alone, I need to walk in the designated regardless of their color.
Not done, but I have to go.
Please be careful with me.