Here we are almost to the end of the first week in June. Time flies even when you aren't having fun I guess. I mean, I have fun, but it's not the same since you left. Tonight at dinner, I saw a couple of women eating where I was and they were all over each other. I don't get uncomfortable because of anybody's PDAs, but it did make me miss being with you. Ah well, I cannot focus on that. The thought ambushes me quite well on its own, and that's enough disruption for me.
I was reading about airline pilots today and how the co-pilot and pilot each eat different meals. That's done in case one meal might be poisoned. Just a little tidbit about keeping all of us safe in the air.
The NBA Finals are here and my hometown San Antonio Spurs had better win this year, especially since they are playing the Heat again. I can't stand Lebron James. I don't like big egos.
I started my writing and art challenges on the first and have made every day thus far. I will be doing both of them shortly, after I wrap up my letter to you. It feels so good to be creative, even though it means I have to make time for it, I hope to get into the habit of making time and then continue it long after the challenge. I can no longer let my fears keep me from what I want to achieve. That's really what it's been all along, even in my relationship with you, fear . . . Well no more, I have changed on that score.
I am so excited, too, to get back to the equine massage. I may try to do some this weekend. What do you think of the Belmont? Do you think California Chrome will do it? It's crazy, but I don't. I've been waiting 36 years now to see another horse do it, hated that last one when it happened, and I just can't get into this horse for some reason, not sure what it is.
I counted 75 Kia's on Tuesday, 42 on Wednesday and numbers 6 and 27 were you - we were like 2 ships passing in the night (true to life I guess) and 32 today. I also saw a quarterhorse in a race named Hurricane Alexandra - appropriate, as you swept through my life in quite the same fashion.
We had some good texts yesterday, and I wish for more, many more. Will you marry me?
Love you,
MNP