2 December
Dear Elwyn,
Thank you for your nice letter. It's been too long since I last heard from you and I am so pleased that you will be coming by this Christmas. I can imagine that your pets are enjoying the verdure as we've been so fortunate as to have such nice weather so long into this fall. As you know, our dear old Porter has his arthritic joints and the longer we can keep winter at bay, the better it is for the dear old thing!
I have been writing a bit lately, but it flags and wanes. My interests vary and I can't seem to keep an idea or notion to completion! I fear I haven't the fortitude or stamina to finish a single project. Mother always said, "Well Dorothy, I guess you're a good starter!" and that was about the best compliment she could give me for all my effort. She gave me a very small wire bound notebook yesterday and said it should do for all my grand ideas.
Father does well in the morning but tends to "tire" as the day runs on. He still believes in his "medicine" and his doses are starting to come earlier and earlier. It does put something of a strain on poor Mother who tries to plan afternoon with the ladies but it's been difficult since his retirement. He tends to hover about or shout out comments to their observations from the adjoining room. Mother often sighs as she notes that his retirement has been a trial for her. Auntie May says her patience is running short with Father and declares he's going to be the town something-or-other if he doesn't get his head out of the bottle. Father's retorts usually have something to do with packing her valise and ushering her out to another of Mother's sisters if she doesn't like this roof over her head. Dear me, it does get a little tense but I feel it makes for some interesting observations in my story ideas. Unfortunately Mother has forbade me to write one word of family "doings" in any of my stories. I think she's still a little upset about my "Memories of Easter" essay published in the "Saturday Pages" last spring.
Bud will be home for winter break in a couple of weeks. That's always a great time. He brings such life to the house! He's written to me promising a grand New Year's celebration. I think he plans on attending a party in the city and he's promised to bring me this year. He's been playing with a jazz band at college and he says they've actually come to sound quite good. Mother and Father obviously don't know a word of this, so promise me you won't spill the beans at Christmas, you won't will you Elwyn?
Well that's all for now. I'm off to help Mother prepare dinner. I'll send you my latest story as promised when I finish it! My best to your folks and to Agnes.
Yours Truly,
Dot
02 December 2009
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