23 Dec 2015

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Almost Christmas my dear one.  As I said in and earlier post, for Christmas I wanted a flat stomach and you. But my stomach isn't flat and you still don't like me, so it is just as easy to have one of those as the other.  I don't think I'll ever have either while I use this computer as my friend.

You are however, still always on my mind.  I'm trying not to think of you so much these days because I know you think of that as just as much an intrusion as though I knocked on your door every day.

My visiting teacher, Karen brought a pineapple for Christmas.  She seemed surprised that I will be 50 in the coming year.  She is much younger than I am and better looking.

Today was Joseph Smith Jr.'s birthday and my nephew's, and Brother Moon's.

I helped my mother make a video, dropped off my son at his mission in the morning and picked him up also in the afternoon.  For a change, my daughters came to pick him up and they argued a lot while we were waiting for him to come out.

When there is arguing around me I feel like quitting.

I wonder how you are doing, how your life is going.  I will never know that.

My sister's mother in law was put into hospice. She is on morphine to handle the pain.  They think this time she will not live for much longer.  I am worried they may try to come in the snow.

My daughter was going to come visit with my grandchildren today but the roads were too bad this morning for her to try it.

I'm going to go clean up in case we have some drop ins in the next while.

Love you