A Typewritten Letter
And what was TIME but merely a wind that never stopped? -Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists
On Saturday, January 22nd I actually had to work from 9AM until 1PM. That was annoying; however, the time went quickly and I accomplished a lot with no customers waltzing in to the branch. It was also easier to find parking on the street.
The following night was Golden Globe Awards night. I love to watch this show (as well as the Oscars). Alan and I had fun watching at home, especially since we’d seen all of the Best Picture nominees. I guess it wasn’t a big surprise that Steven Spielberg won Best Director and Best Picture for SCHINDLER’S LIST. It was very well-deserved.
I was also happy with some of the other award choices: Best Actor for Tom Hanks in PHILADELPHIA, Best Actor. Best Actress for Holly Hunter in THE PIANO. The Golden Globes have a Musical or Comedy Best Picture category and I was disappointed that STRICTLY BALLROOM did not win (it went to MRS. DOUBTFIRE). The Best Actor and Actress in a Musical-Comedy film went to Angela Bassett (What’s Love Got To Do With It) and Robin Williams (Mrs. Doubtfire). No complaints there.
A few days letter my lovely niece, Ashley, sent me a typewritten letter. I love reading her words. She knows just how to make me laugh. I can actually visualize her smile as she is writing. She is almost ten years old now. Ashley wrote:
Dear Uncle Mike, Me and my friends, Erika and Lara, were playing on my new computer and we decided to writ you a letter even though my friends don’t know you. Guess what? Lara and Erika are spending the night tonight. Isn’t that cool? Tiffany couldn’t because she was sick. Now I bet you’re wondering who Erika, Lara, and Tiffany are. They’re people. Ha-ha. No, they’re really my school friends.
My school, AMELIA EARHART, is fine with all of my friends and everything. My teacher is really a torcher. My teacher has been bragging about her trip to France plus she always talks about how great her family is, especially about her bird, Truffle—but her family isn’t all that great. Her allergies are getting on my nerves. She is allergic to everything! Perfumes, hair dye, hair spray, fabric softener, shampoo, after shave and many, many more. Pretty soon she’ll be allergic to ‘us’! I think she’s lost her brain.
I really miss you. When are you coming to visit us? I really love you. I hope it is not taking you long to drive to work because of the earthquake. It’s a good thing your house is still standing. Love, Ashley
P.S. Sorry I forgot to put the date at the top. The date today is Saturday, the 22nd of January, 1994. Bye!
Gloria’s Birthday is January 23rd and MaryAnn Parsons is on the 24th. We decided to do a joint Birthday outing to LAWRY’S PRIME RIB. I love that place. Delicious!
Time goes on and the countdown to London begins.
Whenever she smiled at me heaven blew in. --Donna Tartt, THE GOLDFINCH
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On Saturday, January 22nd I actually had to work from 9AM until 1PM. That was annoying; however, the time went quickly and I accomplished a lot with no customers waltzing in to the branch. It was also easier to find parking on the street.
The following night was Golden Globe Awards night. I love to watch this show (as well as the Oscars). Alan and I had fun watching at home, especially since we’d seen all of the Best Picture nominees. I guess it wasn’t a big surprise that Steven Spielberg won Best Director and Best Picture for SCHINDLER’S LIST. It was very well-deserved.
I was also happy with some of the other award choices: Best Actor for Tom Hanks in PHILADELPHIA, Best Actor. Best Actress for Holly Hunter in THE PIANO. The Golden Globes have a Musical or Comedy Best Picture category and I was disappointed that STRICTLY BALLROOM did not win (it went to MRS. DOUBTFIRE). The Best Actor and Actress in a Musical-Comedy film went to Angela Bassett (What’s Love Got To Do With It) and Robin Williams (Mrs. Doubtfire). No complaints there.
A few days letter my lovely niece, Ashley, sent me a typewritten letter. I love reading her words. She knows just how to make me laugh. I can actually visualize her smile as she is writing. She is almost ten years old now. Ashley wrote:
Dear Uncle Mike, Me and my friends, Erika and Lara, were playing on my new computer and we decided to writ you a letter even though my friends don’t know you. Guess what? Lara and Erika are spending the night tonight. Isn’t that cool? Tiffany couldn’t because she was sick. Now I bet you’re wondering who Erika, Lara, and Tiffany are. They’re people. Ha-ha. No, they’re really my school friends.
My school, AMELIA EARHART, is fine with all of my friends and everything. My teacher is really a torcher. My teacher has been bragging about her trip to France plus she always talks about how great her family is, especially about her bird, Truffle—but her family isn’t all that great. Her allergies are getting on my nerves. She is allergic to everything! Perfumes, hair dye, hair spray, fabric softener, shampoo, after shave and many, many more. Pretty soon she’ll be allergic to ‘us’! I think she’s lost her brain.
I really miss you. When are you coming to visit us? I really love you. I hope it is not taking you long to drive to work because of the earthquake. It’s a good thing your house is still standing. Love, Ashley
P.S. Sorry I forgot to put the date at the top. The date today is Saturday, the 22nd of January, 1994. Bye! Gloria’s Birthday is January 23rd and MaryAnn Parsons is on the 24th. We decided to do a joint Birthday outing to LAWRY’S PRIME RIB. I love that place. Delicious!
Time goes on and the countdown to London begins.
Whenever she smiled at me heaven blew in. --Donna Tartt, THE GOLDFINCH
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