Relating to me as a person. I could be wrong, and I am not goings to actually go back over your last few letters, but it is my "feeling" that lately your letters have contained a lot of stuff about you, and except when your are bitching at me for being too dependent on you, very little about your relating to me as a person. I think I have gotten less whinny lately, save a few peaks, and I am much more tolerant of your responsibilities toward family and work.

Please try to understand what I am saying. It has sunk through my thick skull; I am not the only person in your life. Sometimes without me doing anything different, I get a completely different reaction from you. That is good. It proves we are both living, breathing, feeling humans. Your feelings may not match mine. That is also okay.

I have left a whole bunch of things you could respond to when you get around to it. True, I have not given you any "To Do" list lately, but I have certainly brought up enough issues that you could drop a comment on.

Damn, this is getting long winded, and not what I felt like doing tonight at all. For some reason the spirit has deemed this the way I should spend my evening.

As an aside, I now have the two previous pages in memory and have not typed the final on either one yet. This afternoon the typewriter barfed while I was typing the third page. Luckily, I had already printed the two pages out in final form. I am now flying without a net hoping the machine does not decide to get me twice in the same day.

Things I know I have mentioned and am awaiting your comments on include: the future of blog, in there a "paid" option that would make your life easier, giving out my name, can you find food catalogs on the Web and sign me up for them or send me their addresses, could you find a discount ribbon supplier that does mail order. I am not sure, but maybe I have not put too many of either my "ideas" in lately or made comments about dealing with the "pressures" of my new environment.  ¶ 11:14 AM