Hi Dad,
It wasn't idyllic growing up at our house, just sayin.' And you weren't always supportive of everything I did. I know, I know. My taste in men wasn't stellar. That hasn't changed much. I doubt you would approve of any of them. They didn't or don't live up to your standards. Or maybe none of them were good enough for me. More on this later, maybe.
I'm getting tired. I haven't been feeling well lately, like for a week. Not sure what's going on. When I think I got it beat, it comes right back. Tummy troubles. :(
I decided I'd show you what I'm up to (craft projects) and take pics of the deer, nature, whatever. That might cheer you up, wherever you are. I'll also post a poem a week, in a separate post. I'm still writing. I'll never stop writing.
Like I already said, I decided not to give up on drawing. Today I drew another self-portrait, much better than the last one I did. Here it is:
I'm listening to the Beatles, "When I'm 64." You loved the Beatles! Maybe that's why I have them on. I'm listening through my headphones. Mom is watching CSI: Las Vegas. It looks like a sick one. She really likes her "Murder Shows." The show's almost over, she'll probably live. The whole night's been blondes in distress. They are re-runs. I remember them (sort of) even if Mom doesn't.
Chris is reading a book about the Bears. He's even more obsessed with football than usual now that the Seahawks are in the Super Bowl. I can't believe it either. Not the obsession, that Seattle is doing so well.
I miss you. I guess by now that's obvious. I don't even know why I'm writing to you. A way of connecting, I guess. As always, put in a good word for me, I'll need it someday.
LOVE
Anne
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