I think I told you once that I tried smoking when I was just seven. That would have been an early on confession when we first started dating and you were still smoking. I will never forget collecting cigarettes, cigarillos, and other tobacco products with my best friend in New Orleans. We tried them all and paid dearly for it by getting very sick. That was enough for me, I never smoked again, but John Adams, our second president started almost as young as me - eight - but he kept smoking.
It's almost Christmas. I sent you the gifts I had for you already. I do not expect anything from you, that's not why I sent them. I sent them to you because I still care for you (I won't say love because I know you do not want to hear that is so), and I do things for those I care for. I hope you like what I sent you and find enjoyment in them. Christmas for me will forever be flawed since you are not here with me and you ended us so close to the holiday.
I had an ultrasound last week and an endoscope this week. What a "fun" medical year it has been for me. I have ulcers for one. Should have the biopsy back in about two weeks. Hoping it will prove to be the bacteria, so I can take some antibiotics and the acid reducer I am now on for a while and have my gut all healed up. There is some concern because I have Type A blood and people with Type A blood are more prone to cancers of the GI tract. I guess I had better start taking care of my GI tract better than I have in the past.
I've been making more money than losing in the stock market, so that has been a big positive. I realize that I am still early in the learning process and that I will likely have some missteps to come, but I am enjoying the game and the extra money is welcome! From the Rich Dad, Poor Dad book, I took away the biggest lesson: the poor/middle class work for money, while the rich make their money work for them. I am going to heed the advice and make my money work more and more for me. I have several things planned for 2015 in addition to keeping the stock play going.
I am nearly finished, probably will finish tonight, with The 13th Tale, by Diane Setterfield. I LOVE this book and am so sad that I devoured its contents so quickly. It was another of those blind pickups from the library that turned out to be such an excellent read. It's almost as if a higher power is picking some of these books for me, as the last several blind pickups have spoken to the very soul of me in addition to being good reads. I highly recommend this one!
I also continue with my own writing. I didn't get as much done this week with the doctor's appointments and not feeling well and trying to catch up with work, but I am now back at it with a fierce and renewed passion. What are you passionate about these days?
The silly, as some would say though I don't, signs continue to torment me. I won't take the time to jot each and every one down here and waste the white space on them, but I see them and cannot ignore them.
I have but one wish on Christmas, my birthday, New Years and any day of the year, and that is that you will one day come back to me and that your answer will be yes when I ask: Will you marry me?
Lovingly,
MNP