A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Some Black family history: Joyce, Evetta, Velna, and Frank
Dear Velna, I didn't write a five month report because I didn't know what to say. And I thought I would need to show that I am making some progress or obviously I couldn't write a progress report. Now, amazingly, six months have gone by since you left us. Every day continues to be painful and sad and lonely. My health has been improving, thankfully, and I don't feel halfway ill so much of the time. I got brave and went to see my cardiologist and got a good report there. Now two more teeth have fallen out and I have to go see the oral surgeon on Tuesday which, of course, I am dreading and worried about. If only you were here to listen to my worries and to reassure me that everything will be all right. I've got most of the birthday cards out but sadly I've missed two or three that I need to make up since I promised you I would take care of them after you were gone. Jim and Sharman have an amazing house which you would love, their yard is stunningly beautiful. Carolyn is coming twice during the next few weeks so that will be nice to have her here. Davidson's visited Sunday, coming for DeAnn's graduation from law school, if you can imagine how she accomplished that tremendous goal. Dear Katie is getting married in June, I hope I can go to her wedding. So much happens each day and each week that I need to tell you about, so much happens that I need to ask you about, to tell you about, to reassure you, and to hear your reassurances to me. I forget to say our prayers which we said together for so long. I work hard on my photos and try to share as many of them as I can and always feel comforted and not so lonely when people take time to click on my posts on facebook and my blog. I found the box of our letters we wrote to each other during our three year teen-age courtship and have published a couple of them. I had my doubts about doing that, they were written more than 65 years ago, if you can imagine, but the events we describe seem more like yesterday. Oh, I almost forgot, I suffered through doing the taxes but I got them done and if I am still around next spring maybe that won't be such a traumatic event. Sadly, I had to sell our St. George home which we loved for more than 20 years so now I am more or less stuck here but the house is comfortable and I have everything I need plus a fantastic view to provide my photography efforts a challenge each day. I am blessed because I have no pain any more, I just wish I could have been more able and free of pain when you were here so I could have taken better care of you. You remain my shining light, my safe harbor, the love of my life. Why you wanted a farm boy from Penrose, I'll never know. Love, your husband.