My dear sister,
Carole. You are always in my thoughts, rummaging and laughing. Not a day goes by that I am not with you. I'll figure out how to add this blog to the one in the other computer, will write more often then. .... Sam and William are coming over in a bit — William brims with cheer... as if you and I with our kids. Sam will check out plumbing, William and I will play something... maybe Scrabble for kids, was fun last time. Am making brownies from a mix, spaghetti and meatballs for supper...
No way, forget Scrabble, he went for brownies and Minecraft....Oh Carole, Minecraft so after your time!
The fireplace with lights, your picture on the mantle, you at college — nineteen-years-old. When I first put it up 17 years ago, your son Danny didn't recognize "Who is that good looking chick?" he had asked. Beautiful, courageous you.
It is an unusually warm December day, temperature like May... am so petrified of hurricane season 2020 ... phobic. We going into it unprepared, priced out of insurance. If around this time next year, whole and complete, will be a wonderment.
Love you dearly.
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