“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.
This is one of the very few letters I have from mom in which she mentions Reebok, our German Shepherd.
I love you.
I also love this paper and this pen. I was going to buy another Garfield pad, but this one was less expensive and the Garfield wasn’t all that funny.
God, I’m tired. I went to look at a couch and recliner with Nana last night. Someone was going to donate them to Habitat, but Habitat lost
it’s(oop!) its store space because the building was sold. So, I can have them if I make a donation to Habitat. They are practically brand new. The recliner is a small one, but it matches our couch. The couch is also small, opens into a bed and has no arms. It looks as if it might have once been part of a grouping. Anyway, I hate the idea of Reebok destroying them.
He’s been digging again. He comes in the house covered with mud and sand. I guess I’m going to have to make some changes. If I only had … oh, well!
I spoke to the man who is leaving InterLink. He said Tom already asked him if I could do his job. He told Tom he wasn’t sure. I’m not sure. He’s very talented and experienced in management. Plus he has a strong data processing background. I don’t. I don’t know what I’ll say if Tom offers it to me – it would mean some really serious changes in Jenny’s and my life and I think the timing may be wrong. I think I’m not going after it; I’ll wait and see what Tom does.
I wish I wasn’t having so much trouble concentrating! It’s worst when I’m driving and especially when I’m driving alone. This happened to me once a few years ago. I feel like I’m spacing out. I guess it could be due to being more tired from allergies. Or it could actually be due to the stuffed head I’m carrying around. Or stress. Or maybe I’m going senile or schitzophrenic. I know I’m tense – can you tell from my handwriting?
Oh, well …
Nana’s really worried (3 rs?) about Kay this time. She can’t remember what happens from one minute to the next, and she keeps talking about her kids as if they were just with her or just called, and they weren’t. It may be the medication, but Nana doesn’t think so. She called Kay’s kids and told them one of them has to come down. It’s a lot of responsibility for Nana, Especially considering everything else she has to deal with.
Jenny’s first game is Thursday at 4:00. Please try to call later that night.
God, I love you so much. And I’m so grateful that you and Jenny love me.