My Princely Frog,
I haven't written because I am just now recuperating from a blind weekend ... Fri --> Mon morning sans contacts. It was agony. Had I "offered it up" I would have been eligible for sainthood.
As if being unable to read for three days wasn't bad enough, it's taken four more days to readjust to contacts again.
I have an APR looming over my head, but other than that the pressure is off (and the weekends gone). However, I don't mind a bit. I can get more accomplished with days off during the week and graveyard, which is coming up in another week should be a tolerable change -- if I can only stay awake.
Sheila and I have just returned from an exciting evening at the Silver Slipper Nugget. After living here almost two years I feel it my duty to support my local casino and for winning two jackpots (which generously returned to the slots) I have been awarded two tickets for a drawing on a mink coat 5 Nov. which is sure to bring me $5 at any respectable hock shop should I happen to be the lucky winner.
We've had green alerts and red alerts and I fully expect a chartreuse alert before I separate. I've tried not answering the phone but the calls persist and I don't have much of a ringing-phone tolerance. Anyway I think these mock disasters are a disguise for a mandatory social hour at the dining hall.
So much for Nellis.
I'm glad you received your thesis case intact. I was sweating that one a little. Had you not received it by Oct, I planned to go into seclusion, stop writing, and travel only by night for fear you would return to strangle me with your bare hands.
I called my Mississippi home* (possessive aren't I!) Sunday to find out if you were still counted among the living, and found out that you were in the hospital with bronchitis (the next day I received your letter stating the same). Your mother seems pleased with her new nursing pursuit and your father gave me the run-down on Donna, Barry**, and the boys.
The measurements will have to wait until I find out how to measure what. An article I read recently about a NY academy for pattern-making mentions "35 key measurements" to find one's exact contours but it neglects to give the specific information I need. Why couldn't you be stationed in India -- saris are easy.
In case you haven't realized it yet, letter-writing is the bag of us dummies. It affords a captive audience, monopoly of the conversation and best of all no instant repartee by the reparter!
(Ran out of blank sheets -- back to the flowers!)
Haven't heard from Stanford, Kaiser, Rusk or Panama yet. I'm trying hard not to blow my cool, but I've noticed our mailman fears me more than he would a rabid dog! Anyway, I was taught that a little anxiety can be a positive thing or it can be a precursor of panic leading to a complete disintegration of the total personality.
Were there any other little errands I was supposed to take care of? I forgot to ask your mother if she received the goodies I mailed, but I'll check into that.
I wish you were here to enjoy the glorious weather. I could con you into going horseback riding and then skiing in Nov followed by Christmas tree hunting in Dec.
Please take care of yourself.
Love,
Barbara
*My father was born and raised in south Mississippi
** Barry is my father's younger brother, and Donna was his wife
I haven't written because I am just now recuperating from a blind weekend ... Fri --> Mon morning sans contacts. It was agony. Had I "offered it up" I would have been eligible for sainthood.
As if being unable to read for three days wasn't bad enough, it's taken four more days to readjust to contacts again.
I have an APR looming over my head, but other than that the pressure is off (and the weekends gone). However, I don't mind a bit. I can get more accomplished with days off during the week and graveyard, which is coming up in another week should be a tolerable change -- if I can only stay awake.
Sheila and I have just returned from an exciting evening at the Silver Slipper Nugget. After living here almost two years I feel it my duty to support my local casino and for winning two jackpots (which generously returned to the slots) I have been awarded two tickets for a drawing on a mink coat 5 Nov. which is sure to bring me $5 at any respectable hock shop should I happen to be the lucky winner.
We've had green alerts and red alerts and I fully expect a chartreuse alert before I separate. I've tried not answering the phone but the calls persist and I don't have much of a ringing-phone tolerance. Anyway I think these mock disasters are a disguise for a mandatory social hour at the dining hall.
So much for Nellis.
I'm glad you received your thesis case intact. I was sweating that one a little. Had you not received it by Oct, I planned to go into seclusion, stop writing, and travel only by night for fear you would return to strangle me with your bare hands.
I called my Mississippi home* (possessive aren't I!) Sunday to find out if you were still counted among the living, and found out that you were in the hospital with bronchitis (the next day I received your letter stating the same). Your mother seems pleased with her new nursing pursuit and your father gave me the run-down on Donna, Barry**, and the boys.
The measurements will have to wait until I find out how to measure what. An article I read recently about a NY academy for pattern-making mentions "35 key measurements" to find one's exact contours but it neglects to give the specific information I need. Why couldn't you be stationed in India -- saris are easy.
In case you haven't realized it yet, letter-writing is the bag of us dummies. It affords a captive audience, monopoly of the conversation and best of all no instant repartee by the reparter!
(Ran out of blank sheets -- back to the flowers!)
Haven't heard from Stanford, Kaiser, Rusk or Panama yet. I'm trying hard not to blow my cool, but I've noticed our mailman fears me more than he would a rabid dog! Anyway, I was taught that a little anxiety can be a positive thing or it can be a precursor of panic leading to a complete disintegration of the total personality.
Were there any other little errands I was supposed to take care of? I forgot to ask your mother if she received the goodies I mailed, but I'll check into that.
I wish you were here to enjoy the glorious weather. I could con you into going horseback riding and then skiing in Nov followed by Christmas tree hunting in Dec.
Please take care of yourself.
Love,
Barbara
*My father was born and raised in south Mississippi
** Barry is my father's younger brother, and Donna was his wife
"In case you haven't realized it yet, letter-writing is the bag of us dummies. It affords a captive audience, monopoly of the conversation and best of all no instant repartee by the reparter!"
ReplyDeleteYour mom was quite the rhetorician!