Hello, my Love. It’s Saturday here and football games rule the airways. Since no team playing interests, me, I just skip around channels, avoiding commercials. Keeps me entertained. You wouldn’t like any of them, except the Oregon Beavers. You have it set to record. I watched it for you and they won. It was their second win of the season. They aren’t doing very well.

It’s been raining hard lately but the creek still hasn’t gone up much. I keep expecting it to at least get up around the big boulders along the bank, but it doesn’t.

Having Lydia live with me was a great idea. Max thinks so, too. She sits in your chair so it’s very comforting for me, almost like you’re still here. We even watch the kind of movies you like, like spy stuff, and women who do well in bar fights. We watch a movie every evening.

Your memorial will be next Thursday, November 8th at 1100. Jennie has everything planned. The only thing left is your eulogy. I tried to write one but wound up telling a story about your life with me in the Navy.

I’m kinda stuck here so will quit for today.

I love you and miss you. I’d be very happy if you could figure out a way to send me responses so I can ask specific questions. Like, where did you put all the hot pads? Stuff like that.

Ok. Gonna go.