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Letter from Mark

10:26, Friday, December 15, 2006 .. Posted in Wuthering Lows .. 0 comments .. Link

TGIF:

I got a letter from my friend Mark today.  It's always great to hear from him, as he only writes about once a year (at this time of year).

 

His Grandmother died and he can have her house in E.C., but I guess does not want to move from St. Paul.  He wants to know what I think he should do.

 

Well, of course, I'd like it if he moved to his Grandmother's house.  I can easily drive to there to see him and we could have lunch and shop like old times.  But this is purely selfish on my part.  I guess he likes his life in the Cities and finds comfort in his job and apartment, though it is really small and he says he has too much stuff.

 

We've been friends since second grade, on and off throughout elementary (aside: I didn't have a lot of friends around 3rd grade? because of my mom, etc.) and friends in high school and in college.  He's funny--hilarious and we laugh and we can talk about anything.  I do miss that.

 

He updated me on our other friends--it sure is odd how lives turn out and all.  I guess one of my girlfriends is dating a guy from, oh I forget, Arkansas? anyway, she met him online and he sent a thin picture of himself and she met him and was repulsed because he's heavy and she doesn't think she could ever, well, be serious with him, but she feels shallow for this and likes him otherwise.  She is a very pretty girl and she's had a tough time of it with guys.  I say, put him on a diet and go for it!

 

Called my mom today.  She is okay.  Says her hands shake.  I asked if it was because of her meds, but she insists it is not that.  I don't know what it would be?  Sometimes she has this and sometimes not so much.  And she says she misses her group home--I wondered if that might not happen, too.

 

Oh, I also heard from Inge.  So Thank Goodness, she is still kicking!  She says she has a cat now and it pretty much OWNS her place, but she laughs--is good company.  She lives in New Mexico and I have not seen her since I was a kid.  She sent twenty dollars.  And she wouldn't have to, she is just so giving.  Maybe I am kind of like a family she doesn't have.   Anyway, I sort of adopted her as family, though, we aren't really technically 'kin.'  I can't recall if I mentioned that I wear her necklace that she gave me as a graduation gift.  I always wear it.  It never comes off--because she cared for me as an infant when my mom couldn't.


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