Letter #5

Dear Dad,

I'm struggling tonight.  Can you feel it in the Force or whatever it's called?  I'm not the only one struggling.  I feel like I'm slowly drowning.  You would have a hug for me or somehow make me laugh in spite of myself.  No such luck.  You're not around.  Do you think you could have taken better care of yourself?  That's the pot calling the kettle black.  I am walking in the mornings.  I got out today before it rained.  I saw four bucks in the neighbor's yard and three does across the street.  Always so surprising!

I stayed up too late last night, so today I was really tired.  Took a nap this afternoon.  Didn't get a whole lot done today because of that. Mom cleaned my bathroom so she wouldn't have to give me $5 for typing up the church meeting notes for her.  I posted this week's poem under the Weekly Poem tab.  I don't know if it will keep the old ones like a blog roll or if just one poem will show.  I'll find out next week, won't I?

I did a little crochet today on this godawful baby blanket.  It's awful because I don't like the colors much.  Here's a photo of it from a couple weeks ago.

It's a gift, of course.  The multi yarn was a gift to me from L., Mom's friend.  It's not a whole lot bigger.  I figure I have 'til next Christmas to work on it, although I'll probably get sick of it long before then.

So, what's it like up in Heaven, or in Hell or wherever you are?  Maybe you're hanging around here being my guardian angel.  That seems likely.  How can you stand it?  I mean, are you helpless to change things here on earth?  Or do you change them all the time?  I know, uber-philosophical.  It doesn't really matter.  I guess I'll find out someday.  Or not.  Have a good night wherever you are, Daddy.

LOVE

Anne