“Letters from Mom”
Mom wrote me hundreds of letters and would often send me greeting cards with snipped comics or articles from newspapers or magazines she thought I'd enjoy.
Mom wrote me this letter a few weeks before my first Christmas after leaving for college. The first page is just a long line drawn down the center of the paper: a joke about “dropping a line”.
Reebok, Salty Dog, Little One, and Fingerpuppy were our four dogs.
Puppyshit was the name of my rust-colored 1980 Toyota Corolla-Tercel.
Dec. 5, 1991
Long time no write! Ok, so you could drop me a line, too.
Have you been listening to the news about the hostages? I didn’t realize that Terry Andreson is only a year older than me. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to be completely apart from you and Jen for 6 ½ years. Watching him and the commentators, the general opinion is that his incredible sense of humor was one of the major things that sustained him (he also spoke about his faith). Anyway, the humor thing lends credence to your particular type of insanity.
God, I hate care dealers!
It got really cold last night – you’re probably freezing your twinkies off. Anyway (I say that a lot, don’t I?) it’s starting to feel just a little Christmasssy. You’ll have to help with the decorations which will have to wait until you get home. I wish I had thought about it earlier in the weekend, but I was a little pre-occupado. All right, I was obsessed! Two in one weekend! That’s a little much even for me.
Yes, the carpet has been christened. But we managed to come up with a major barrier between the kitchen and the living room. Reebok and Salty give us major dirty looks when we leave. Little One and Pup just look pathetic. But, the carpet is dry.
Jenny’s gonna babysit for Nicole again Saturday night.
By the way, could you get a little more specific about what you want for Christmas? I think the cassette deck is out — no deniro. But, what kinds of things might you like, for Puppshit or otherwise? Want my list?
Would you at least consider coming to Christmas Mass with us?
I guess I’d better go. I want to make a list of the things I want fixed on the car before the bumper-to-bumper runs out.
Sorry I’m not particularly deep this morning. My love for you is – deep and abiding and warm and cuddly. If I expect a lot from you, that’s why. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you no matter what. (What did I just say?)
I love you!!!