It has been over a week since I have written to you. I have been swamped. Work has brought new duties, I have still been watching over my mom after her surgery and I have been hard at work on getting the local Grants to You chapter up and running. Oh, and I am taking three courses - Social Entrepreneurship, Accounting and Data Analysis. And lest I forget, I am still doing that Equine Massage course. I have one of my three videos done and graded, so I will only need to complete the other two and those are doozies, lots to do.
I was reading some interesting material today about the World War II and the tremendous sacrifice that Muslims made to save Jews. Wouldn't it be truly great if the two sides could get along again? There is blame to be had on both sides and by countries like ours who have tended to only take one side in the fight. It's all brought home with the 9/11 anniversary yesterday (http://wordsfrommycells.weebly.com/blog/weve-already-forgotten).
I desperately need to get another book to read. I know most people would probably wonder if I had the time, but I don't sleep much these days, so I fill up my hours doing things - courses, volunteer work, freelance jobs, equine massage and reading.
I will be going to the Tall Ships event in Annapolis that is coming up. I can't wait to see El Galeon, the only galleon that is actively sailing.
This time of year is always going to be hard for me. We are close to both the anniversary of our coupling and then your uncoupling from me. This will be anniversary number 1 coming up since you left me. I am as full of pain now as I was that day.
I had several SPAM messages referencing your brand of car, as well as having met a few people with your name recently when I have been out. I went hiking recently over at Harper's Ferry and I remembered when we went there and how you liked that one section of the beachfront with all of the marbled rocks. I go there and always think of that.
I counted 22 Kia's last Friday, 44 on Saturday, 97 on Sunday, 10 on Monday, 25 on Tue
I still love you and each night I always ask: Will you marry me, Princess?
Loving you,
MNP