Monday evening, 30 January 2006 [6:00 p.m.]:
| Hey there, sweetheart! First of all I’m going to say that I miss you, miss you, miss you. A year ago today you were in Vancouver and you and the family sort of had that photo get together – that’s when that photo of you with Kisa in front of Alison’s house was taken. Sometimes it seems like it was years ago, sometimes it only seems like last week. Well, things haven’t worked out with Don R, which is a shame because we got on well. I’m not going to take the time or the energy to explain what happened – it’s not even worth the effort. But, we did go camping and there were heaps of wombats around the place at night – I got a hell of a kick out of watching them. They are very, very cute. (Did you know I have a wombat ring?) And then there was the fly-fishing!!! (Boy, did I ever wish you were there as my instructor!) The night before we left I copied out three of the knots that I’d need to know – I thought that I’d go insane tying that "perfection loop" knot in my fine, tapered leader. And I kept going down to the river and just casted over and over to get the feel of it. One night I kept on until it was just too dark and got a hell of a knot in the line. Don R got out a little tool for extracting splinters from his first aid kit and did a fantastic job of helping me untangle my line. Like Andrew says, my Shakespeare line is pretty crap and I will have to replace it, the leader, too, most probably. The weather was bad while we were away and only started clearing up when we were on our way home so the hoped-for myriad stars never eventuated. ;-( Too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing them. And, by extension, of being closer to you as we said. I can’t find the wrapping paper that the parcel that you sent to me was wrapped in and it had Don’s details on it (your Don I mean this time). I’ve got to write him and I want to write Ken, too, but not just yet. I think I will leave it ‘til April to write Ken, by then he should have distanced himself enough from what was happening this time last year for me to intrude on him. How great it was to have him put his life on hold in order to be with you and help you out so very much like he did. Yet another top bloke that was fortunate enough to call you ‘friend’. I missed out on Venus tonight – I think that she went to have an early beauty sleep. But Mars was out and so very, very red! I missed the bat’s nightly flyover, too. I hadn’t seen the stars in awhile so it was extra good to see them. Things at work are so political and I just hate it. Same thing going on in the Sydney Uni Bushwalking Club – they are tearing virtual strips off each other right now regarding a constitutional meeting tomorrow night. I am really surprised, I would have expected a bit of cohesion from a group whose stated aim is enjoyment of the outdoors. Hon, I’ve got to go but I sure miss you. Having the scrapbook with so many of our emails and copies of our Messenger sessions and your photos is such a comfort to me you’ve got no idea! I really worry about Jessi and hope she’s got some things of yours, too, to make it easier on her. I think that I told you that THE HAT will be going back to Jess if anything happens to me; Warwick and I have talked about it. Let’s hope he does a better job getting in touch with Jess than Alison did in getting in touch with me. Alison is so different to you, Keith – she doesn’t respect a Promise for one. And that whole bit with your Dad’s obituary – where was the fairness in that? Oh, well, it doesn’t matter; it doesn’t affect me anymore so I don’t have to worry about her. (But I do have to admit, she bloody hurt my feelings, that’s for sure – in spite of me telling Don that she didn’t. I hate to lie but he was concerned and I didn’t want him to worry about me. Somehow the word "hurt" isn’t quite the right one anyway.) K, gotta go. For what it’s worth, I love you heaps. I am so thankful everyday that we met and I got to find out what an amazing man you are – you are sorely missed and dearly loved by many. Enjoy every minute your new life in the stars, free from pain and disappointment. All my love (and that’s a lot!)… - Susan P.S.: My new down sleeping bag arrived in the mail less than two hours before we left on the camping trip. It’s one of those new compact down ones that fits into a special compression bag so it’s just tiny when it’s packed. I’m sure it will be fine for the Skeena. P.P.S.: In case you forgot - I love you! ;-) |
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