Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II
Well first thing's first; here's the text of the letter from the Queen.
31st March, 2001
Dear Mr. Rosen,
I am commanded by The Queen to write and thank you for your nice letter. Her Majesty was touched by the kind things you say, and I am to tell you how much pleasure letters such as yours give The Queen.
Her Majesty wishes me to thank you once again for your thought in writing at this time, which The Queen greatly appreciated.
Yours Sincerely,
Susan Murrey
Lady-in-Waiting
Isn't that funny how they capitalize everything associated with The Queen; it's The Queen - and Her Majesty. LOVE IT LOVE IT! So I know that the Lady-in-Waiting wrote on the letter, as far as her signature, but I wonder if this is the same form letter as the one I got about a year ago. I would like to think that it's not, but I think it might be. This one is on bigger stationary though. Oh well, I have so much to write about, it's sort of obnoxious. So last night, I got home and was feeling just crappy, but I couldn't tell if I was feeling that way because I was sick, or because I hadn't eaten, so I went out to that same Wendy's we went to the other night. No big deal. So I'm driving home, and right when I hit the bridge (I don't know what it's called, I know it's not the Heart of America one, but it's one on I-70) coming home, I see a bunch of lights go on in the car, and the car is coughing, you know, like it's running out of gas or something. So I sort of freak out, and I let off the gas, and she just dies. So now I'm driving in the car, without power steering, and I immediately put on the hazards, and tried to (as best as I could) pull off of the highway. So, Sue Ellen (the car) has done this before, she has flooded while I was driving, but what was peculiar about this, was that I drove all the way to Wendy's without a hitch, and without it having any problems, and then it seemed to come out of nowhere. So anyway, I tried the little trick I knew about the air filter, so I opened up the hood, and there's a little valve, when you take off the cover of the air filter, that if you hold open with something, and try to start it, she usually starts right up, but of course she doesn't start, and it feels like the battery is running out of juice, because the starter tone, is going down. I don't know how else to explain it in text, without giving you the sound effect. But you know the sound, it's that horrible sound when you start your car in the winter, and it just keeps on going lower and lower and lower, and slower (if that makes any sense). So I was like in the middle of nowhere, but then I remembered that I have this AAA membership, but the only thing that sucks about that, is that I don't have a cell phone. And you wonder why they promote cell phones so readily for these types of situations. So anyway, I looked around for somewhere that I could call from, and I saw the Casino, that was right by the river. So I started walking. It was so funny, because I got an email from Leila that was a memo from god, that said in one part: should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. Sort of crazy. I really didn't think of that until today when I got to work, because that memo is up on my cubicle. So I walked to the casino, but I didn't know where to get in, so I walked around the building a little bit, and then this security guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere, totally startled me. He says "whatchya doin there partner" in a Missouri drawl. I said "my car broke down on the highway, and I was looking for a phone, can you please help me?" and he said "what, you walked from the highway?" and I said "yes, like I said, my car broke down, I think it's flooded or something, I don't know, I need to call triple a." He says "well the only phone around this building is the ---phone, (I can't remember exactly what he said, it was the casino house phone or whatever) so I suppose you can use that." So I called triple a, and they told me that they would send someone out as soon as possible. SHYA! So it took me probably a half an hour, probably less to get to the car, and I was expecting them to already be there, but of course what was I thinking. It took them like an hour, I don't know exactly how long, it was a long long time before they showed up. Meanwhile, I was trying different things. The guy at the gas station a couple weeks ago showed me how to do that little valve thing, to hold it open, but that still didn't work, and I didn't want to keep on trying to start her, because the starter seemed to be wearing down. So, the AAA people FINALLY get there after what seemingly is an eternity, and it's the a-typical/stereotypical/ type of red-neck guy with no teeth, and smells really bad who's in the big tow-truck. I was sort of short with him "did you have to come from St. Louis to get here?" and he sort of smirked at me, as if ....well...I don't know if he didn't understand that I was being sarcastic, or if he actually DID have to come from St. Louis, so he said "what seems to be the problem?" and I said "well, I want to say that it's flooded, but I tried the little trick that I learned (and I showed him the little valve on the air filter-thingy) and it didn't work" so he fiddled with that little valve, and he said to try and start it, and I told him that I thought the battery was losing juice because of that noise, so he said that he could jump her if needed. So that didn't work, so he fiddled with the car some more, for quite a while. All this was going on, on the side of the highway, with cars whizzing past, I almost got hit one time, there was woman who was honking her horn at us, and I just put my hand up as if to say "talk to the hand". So anyway, after a long time, he said "okay, try to start her up". and she did. I asked him if I needed to get a new battery, and he said no, that running the car would charge the battery, because it was a new one. I read in the little manual that it was a new battery, ( a couple of years old) so I thanked him and then took off. This is where it gets hairy. It took me like twenty minutes to get home, and then when I got home Richard was waiting for me on the porch. And I was trying to explain what happened, and we talked about it, I told him that I couldn't really call him because the security guy was 'bending the rules' to let me even call from that phone, so I made one call to AAA, thinking that they would come, and I could be home in no time. He just was worried about me, and some other things, but I won't detail them here, it sort of made me upset, but he was upset too, and we talked it out, and we got through it. This goes to the whole 'talking it out' thing that I was writing about a couple of days ago. I was saying that I really liked when we talk about things, and get it out, and then we both feel better about everything, and that's EXACTLY what happened last night. I was late, he was upset, we talked about it, and now we're over it. I won't say that I told you so, because I didn't, but I feel that is the best way to handle things. Period, end of sentence, end of story blah blah etc etc. So anyway, I want to go to Precision Tune and see if they can look at 'Sue Ellen' and see if they can see what is wrong with her. I know that she has a drinking problem, but maybe if I get her tuned up, then she will run much better. I'm HOPING that works, and that there is not a bunch of different repairs and costs that go along with that whole process. I want them to look at the windows as well, because sometimes one of them works, and then sometimes the other one doesn't work, and they switch. Ah well, it just goes with the whole 'old car' thing, and I just have to be patient. I want to drive to Chicago for the Rufie concert in May, so I don't have to pay for a plane ticket, and I just hope that damm car will behave so I can do it without a problem. I don't want to be stuck in poh-dunk Illinois, or for that matter poh-dunk Missouri and not have any place to go. I sort of like that AAA thing, it's nice, they just have to work on their response time. A - DUH! So anyway, Richard and I had a good experience after we talked everything out, and today he is working on painting the house because the people who bought the house had that in the contract, that the house be painted. Now, that's the kicker, because when theFHA guy comes to inspect it, he's going to see that the house has been painted very recently, and that won't be a worry about the inspection. The only thing that is left in that contract, that if any other repairs are required by the FHA inspector, then Richard will pay \\$3,000 of it. So, if there is any repairs, he'll pay a portion of it, but Elsa and Richard don't think that there is going to BE anything else, so hopefully it will turn out that way, and he won't have to worry about paying \\$3,000 dollars for repairs on a house that he's no longer living in. That being said, we'll be painting for the majority of this weekend. I really really want to go and take Sue Ellen to the shop, and get her tuned up, I might have to take some painting time and do that, but I think that it's worth it to do that.
Sheeyat beeyatch, I just remembered that I have to send Rick Fisher a check for \\$200 for my
deposit for the Europe trip. The deposit, and then I just found out that tune up is going to cost \\$69.90, so that's another expense. I just have to think that getting that tune up and that deposit are one time expenses, but the deposit will ensure that I go to Europe next summer, and the tune-up will ensure that my car will run until then, so I'm paying now, but it's just so I don't have to pay later. It's sort of like insurance for the future. That's how I have to think about it. I'm listening to Dayvid's tape that he made me that has FULL ACCESS TO THE "POSES" on the front side, and then on the second is just a mix of different songs. It's quite entertaining. I already put the French Rufie song on the voice mail, so I can listen to it any time I want to, I also sent it to my friends here, and they all loved it, of course "who is that?" "is that a modern singer?" "that was so beautiful, it made me want to cry!" were the reactions that I got to that. Hmm mm. Shocking that David and I would have something ahead of everybody else, and that people, when they hear it, want it. Just shocking. I have to say that has happened with amazing frequency. Oh, you know, the whole Rufus Wainwright coup. That started with Dave giving me a copy of the first album, and then we went to see him at that little bar, I forget what it was called, the Double Door that in Wicker Park. And then the obsession continued....ACTUALLY now that I think of it, it all started with Diane Schuur. That whole thing started with the summer that Mary and I broke the cd player in the back of my dad's Explorer, and then it took like six months for him to get the cd player fixed, and then when he did, he threw a bunch of cd's out into the garbage, and I took the Diane Schuur cd "Deedles" out of the garbage and started listening to it, and that started the whole obsession with her. Then of course the coup in Dayton, Ohio, that started the bootleg coup's, because that was quickly transferred to the Rufles. Amazing how that happens isn't it? And now, we're going to go bootleg the concert in Chicago in May, and have like a compilation of bootleg recordings. We could have a whole series of them by the time we're done with this whole coup obsession.:-) LOVE IT LOVE IT! OH the coups! I should make a coup page, every time I get an idea like that, I want to put an additional page on this stupid webpage. I should just calm down. :-) either calm down, or stop typing those stupid :-) :-). I get so annoyed when people type those, and as you see, I've been typing those with increasing frequency today :-) Ok, I'll stop it. *laffs*. I asked Susan Peterson to email me the hexidecimal color codes, because I was sick of just typing 'font color='red' or something like that, so I am trying to experiment with different colors of text, so if you see these colors and like them mail me. That's enough for now, I have to go meet my husband downstairs because I printed out some labels for him, so he could send those letters out to the people in Quality Hill. He is sending letters to everyone who lives there, because he wants to buy one of those town homes, and he is writing a letter to each one of them asking them if they want to sell it, and if they do, that they could come up with an agreement between the two parties. Which essentially means that he'll do anything to get one of those town homes. He's been wanting to get one of those for a while now, and none of them are for sale, so he thought he'd be proactive and try to send them letters, because there might just be a person who needs to get out of owning one of those, and is waiting for the right opportunity, just like this. So I printed out a couple of sheets of address labels for him, and then I put a letter in there. I hand wrote it, so he might have a difficult time deciphering what it says, but it just said essentially, that I love him, and I want to support him in any way that I can, and talking out things like last night is the way to go, and that I was terribly happy that we did that, and that we resolved everything. I am so in love with that man, I mean SO in love with him, still after almost a year. That's so funny, we were talking about our anniversary and he was saying 'yeah we're still together, and we still like each other' which is just hysterical, because I know a lot of couples who don't like each other, but who stay together just for the sake of being together. That brings up another point (oh yea, that's enough for today.....SHYA!), I was talking with Melissa at work, and she was saying that she was talking with her boyfriend and he totally changed his story, and apologized to her, and that they are going to spend the whole weekend together, and I was just like shocked, because a couple days before, she and I were saying she really needs to break this relationship off, she needs to take some time alone for herself, and get to know herself; even though she doesn't like to be alone blah blah blah. So now she comes up to me and says that she was wrong about him, that he called her and wanted her to come over, and spend the whole weekend with her, blah blah. I really didn't say anything, because I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't believe that she did that, I just couldn't believe it. I frankly think it's just like Tina Turner going back to Ike. Not like her situation is anything like that, there is no abuse or anything like that, but she goes right back with the guy that she was going to break up with two days before because he said the right things, he said that he would take her to the movies. I know it's something that you really can't teach someone, but it's like I understand why she is going there, but I don't respect it. It's not that I don't respect it, I just was trying to help her, and not that she had to take my advice, like I'm the ultimate authority or something, but I just thought that she would have a stronger spine than that. We'll see what happens with the ever-changing drama of the Shook, Hardy & Bacon trainees. I am going to have to start a page about the drama of this group, because it is major. And it's all the WOMEN! I'm kidding, I have drama too, for the love of GOD I have drama, but it's a different type of drama with the women.
Just for the file of 'Yes Bill, you're right': Richard's response to my letter: (the handwritten one)
I'm so grateful to you. You are understanding and gentle and loving and, yes, I consider you to be my husband, too. Thanks for the great note and know that I'll be more open in the future even if, in some ways, it's unnecessary. You're right - I do feel better.
I'm in love with you, William Rosen.
R
Thanks for the labels.
I won't even go there. I love this journal so much, it lets me get out much of what I think about during the day. I put the journal email in the "works in progress" folder when I start it, then I keep on going back to it throughout the day, and then send it at the end of the day. I love it. It really helps to get everything out, AND there's stuff that I never think about, that just suddenly comes up, and it's wonderful. It's sort of writing sparks different issues, and then I talk about them, and then it turns out to be a novel (um, like this entry). That's okay though, because I am so glad that I get a chance to share it on the webpage, so then everyone can see how tremendously wonderful my life has been going since I moved to Kansas City. I won't even start talking abou that, because then I'll REALLY never stop. Ok, that's really it for today, if you have any comments, thoughts, or anything, just drop me a line and we'll talk. Have a good weekend!!
31st March, 2001
Dear Mr. Rosen,
I am commanded by The Queen to write and thank you for your nice letter. Her Majesty was touched by the kind things you say, and I am to tell you how much pleasure letters such as yours give The Queen.
Her Majesty wishes me to thank you once again for your thought in writing at this time, which The Queen greatly appreciated.
Yours Sincerely,
Susan Murrey
Lady-in-Waiting
Isn't that funny how they capitalize everything associated with The Queen; it's The Queen - and Her Majesty. LOVE IT LOVE IT! So I know that the Lady-in-Waiting wrote on the letter, as far as her signature, but I wonder if this is the same form letter as the one I got about a year ago. I would like to think that it's not, but I think it might be. This one is on bigger stationary though. Oh well, I have so much to write about, it's sort of obnoxious. So last night, I got home and was feeling just crappy, but I couldn't tell if I was feeling that way because I was sick, or because I hadn't eaten, so I went out to that same Wendy's we went to the other night. No big deal. So I'm driving home, and right when I hit the bridge (I don't know what it's called, I know it's not the Heart of America one, but it's one on I-70) coming home, I see a bunch of lights go on in the car, and the car is coughing, you know, like it's running out of gas or something. So I sort of freak out, and I let off the gas, and she just dies. So now I'm driving in the car, without power steering, and I immediately put on the hazards, and tried to (as best as I could) pull off of the highway. So, Sue Ellen (the car) has done this before, she has flooded while I was driving, but what was peculiar about this, was that I drove all the way to Wendy's without a hitch, and without it having any problems, and then it seemed to come out of nowhere. So anyway, I tried the little trick I knew about the air filter, so I opened up the hood, and there's a little valve, when you take off the cover of the air filter, that if you hold open with something, and try to start it, she usually starts right up, but of course she doesn't start, and it feels like the battery is running out of juice, because the starter tone, is going down. I don't know how else to explain it in text, without giving you the sound effect. But you know the sound, it's that horrible sound when you start your car in the winter, and it just keeps on going lower and lower and lower, and slower (if that makes any sense). So I was like in the middle of nowhere, but then I remembered that I have this AAA membership, but the only thing that sucks about that, is that I don't have a cell phone. And you wonder why they promote cell phones so readily for these types of situations. So anyway, I looked around for somewhere that I could call from, and I saw the Casino, that was right by the river. So I started walking. It was so funny, because I got an email from Leila that was a memo from god, that said in one part: should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. Sort of crazy. I really didn't think of that until today when I got to work, because that memo is up on my cubicle. So I walked to the casino, but I didn't know where to get in, so I walked around the building a little bit, and then this security guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere, totally startled me. He says "whatchya doin there partner" in a Missouri drawl. I said "my car broke down on the highway, and I was looking for a phone, can you please help me?" and he said "what, you walked from the highway?" and I said "yes, like I said, my car broke down, I think it's flooded or something, I don't know, I need to call triple a." He says "well the only phone around this building is the ---phone, (I can't remember exactly what he said, it was the casino house phone or whatever) so I suppose you can use that." So I called triple a, and they told me that they would send someone out as soon as possible. SHYA! So it took me probably a half an hour, probably less to get to the car, and I was expecting them to already be there, but of course what was I thinking. It took them like an hour, I don't know exactly how long, it was a long long time before they showed up. Meanwhile, I was trying different things. The guy at the gas station a couple weeks ago showed me how to do that little valve thing, to hold it open, but that still didn't work, and I didn't want to keep on trying to start her, because the starter seemed to be wearing down. So, the AAA people FINALLY get there after what seemingly is an eternity, and it's the a-typical/stereotypical/ type of red-neck guy with no teeth, and smells really bad who's in the big tow-truck. I was sort of short with him "did you have to come from St. Louis to get here?" and he sort of smirked at me, as if ....well...I don't know if he didn't understand that I was being sarcastic, or if he actually DID have to come from St. Louis, so he said "what seems to be the problem?" and I said "well, I want to say that it's flooded, but I tried the little trick that I learned (and I showed him the little valve on the air filter-thingy) and it didn't work" so he fiddled with that little valve, and he said to try and start it, and I told him that I thought the battery was losing juice because of that noise, so he said that he could jump her if needed. So that didn't work, so he fiddled with the car some more, for quite a while. All this was going on, on the side of the highway, with cars whizzing past, I almost got hit one time, there was woman who was honking her horn at us, and I just put my hand up as if to say "talk to the hand". So anyway, after a long time, he said "okay, try to start her up". and she did. I asked him if I needed to get a new battery, and he said no, that running the car would charge the battery, because it was a new one. I read in the little manual that it was a new battery, ( a couple of years old) so I thanked him and then took off. This is where it gets hairy. It took me like twenty minutes to get home, and then when I got home Richard was waiting for me on the porch. And I was trying to explain what happened, and we talked about it, I told him that I couldn't really call him because the security guy was 'bending the rules' to let me even call from that phone, so I made one call to AAA, thinking that they would come, and I could be home in no time. He just was worried about me, and some other things, but I won't detail them here, it sort of made me upset, but he was upset too, and we talked it out, and we got through it. This goes to the whole 'talking it out' thing that I was writing about a couple of days ago. I was saying that I really liked when we talk about things, and get it out, and then we both feel better about everything, and that's EXACTLY what happened last night. I was late, he was upset, we talked about it, and now we're over it. I won't say that I told you so, because I didn't, but I feel that is the best way to handle things. Period, end of sentence, end of story blah blah etc etc. So anyway, I want to go to Precision Tune and see if they can look at 'Sue Ellen' and see if they can see what is wrong with her. I know that she has a drinking problem, but maybe if I get her tuned up, then she will run much better. I'm HOPING that works, and that there is not a bunch of different repairs and costs that go along with that whole process. I want them to look at the windows as well, because sometimes one of them works, and then sometimes the other one doesn't work, and they switch. Ah well, it just goes with the whole 'old car' thing, and I just have to be patient. I want to drive to Chicago for the Rufie concert in May, so I don't have to pay for a plane ticket, and I just hope that damm car will behave so I can do it without a problem. I don't want to be stuck in poh-dunk Illinois, or for that matter poh-dunk Missouri and not have any place to go. I sort of like that AAA thing, it's nice, they just have to work on their response time. A - DUH! So anyway, Richard and I had a good experience after we talked everything out, and today he is working on painting the house because the people who bought the house had that in the contract, that the house be painted. Now, that's the kicker, because when theFHA guy comes to inspect it, he's going to see that the house has been painted very recently, and that won't be a worry about the inspection. The only thing that is left in that contract, that if any other repairs are required by the FHA inspector, then Richard will pay \\$3,000 of it. So, if there is any repairs, he'll pay a portion of it, but Elsa and Richard don't think that there is going to BE anything else, so hopefully it will turn out that way, and he won't have to worry about paying \\$3,000 dollars for repairs on a house that he's no longer living in. That being said, we'll be painting for the majority of this weekend. I really really want to go and take Sue Ellen to the shop, and get her tuned up, I might have to take some painting time and do that, but I think that it's worth it to do that.
Sheeyat beeyatch, I just remembered that I have to send Rick Fisher a check for \\$200 for my
deposit for the Europe trip. The deposit, and then I just found out that tune up is going to cost \\$69.90, so that's another expense. I just have to think that getting that tune up and that deposit are one time expenses, but the deposit will ensure that I go to Europe next summer, and the tune-up will ensure that my car will run until then, so I'm paying now, but it's just so I don't have to pay later. It's sort of like insurance for the future. That's how I have to think about it. I'm listening to Dayvid's tape that he made me that has FULL ACCESS TO THE "POSES" on the front side, and then on the second is just a mix of different songs. It's quite entertaining. I already put the French Rufie song on the voice mail, so I can listen to it any time I want to, I also sent it to my friends here, and they all loved it, of course "who is that?" "is that a modern singer?" "that was so beautiful, it made me want to cry!" were the reactions that I got to that. Hmm mm. Shocking that David and I would have something ahead of everybody else, and that people, when they hear it, want it. Just shocking. I have to say that has happened with amazing frequency. Oh, you know, the whole Rufus Wainwright coup. That started with Dave giving me a copy of the first album, and then we went to see him at that little bar, I forget what it was called, the Double Door that in Wicker Park. And then the obsession continued....ACTUALLY now that I think of it, it all started with Diane Schuur. That whole thing started with the summer that Mary and I broke the cd player in the back of my dad's Explorer, and then it took like six months for him to get the cd player fixed, and then when he did, he threw a bunch of cd's out into the garbage, and I took the Diane Schuur cd "Deedles" out of the garbage and started listening to it, and that started the whole obsession with her. Then of course the coup in Dayton, Ohio, that started the bootleg coup's, because that was quickly transferred to the Rufles. Amazing how that happens isn't it? And now, we're going to go bootleg the concert in Chicago in May, and have like a compilation of bootleg recordings. We could have a whole series of them by the time we're done with this whole coup obsession.:-) LOVE IT LOVE IT! OH the coups! I should make a coup page, every time I get an idea like that, I want to put an additional page on this stupid webpage. I should just calm down. :-) either calm down, or stop typing those stupid :-) :-). I get so annoyed when people type those, and as you see, I've been typing those with increasing frequency today :-) Ok, I'll stop it. *laffs*. I asked Susan Peterson to email me the hexidecimal color codes, because I was sick of just typing 'font color='red' or something like that, so I am trying to experiment with different colors of text, so if you see these colors and like them mail me. That's enough for now, I have to go meet my husband downstairs because I printed out some labels for him, so he could send those letters out to the people in Quality Hill. He is sending letters to everyone who lives there, because he wants to buy one of those town homes, and he is writing a letter to each one of them asking them if they want to sell it, and if they do, that they could come up with an agreement between the two parties. Which essentially means that he'll do anything to get one of those town homes. He's been wanting to get one of those for a while now, and none of them are for sale, so he thought he'd be proactive and try to send them letters, because there might just be a person who needs to get out of owning one of those, and is waiting for the right opportunity, just like this. So I printed out a couple of sheets of address labels for him, and then I put a letter in there. I hand wrote it, so he might have a difficult time deciphering what it says, but it just said essentially, that I love him, and I want to support him in any way that I can, and talking out things like last night is the way to go, and that I was terribly happy that we did that, and that we resolved everything. I am so in love with that man, I mean SO in love with him, still after almost a year. That's so funny, we were talking about our anniversary and he was saying 'yeah we're still together, and we still like each other' which is just hysterical, because I know a lot of couples who don't like each other, but who stay together just for the sake of being together. That brings up another point (oh yea, that's enough for today.....SHYA!), I was talking with Melissa at work, and she was saying that she was talking with her boyfriend and he totally changed his story, and apologized to her, and that they are going to spend the whole weekend together, and I was just like shocked, because a couple days before, she and I were saying she really needs to break this relationship off, she needs to take some time alone for herself, and get to know herself; even though she doesn't like to be alone blah blah blah. So now she comes up to me and says that she was wrong about him, that he called her and wanted her to come over, and spend the whole weekend with her, blah blah. I really didn't say anything, because I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't believe that she did that, I just couldn't believe it. I frankly think it's just like Tina Turner going back to Ike. Not like her situation is anything like that, there is no abuse or anything like that, but she goes right back with the guy that she was going to break up with two days before because he said the right things, he said that he would take her to the movies. I know it's something that you really can't teach someone, but it's like I understand why she is going there, but I don't respect it. It's not that I don't respect it, I just was trying to help her, and not that she had to take my advice, like I'm the ultimate authority or something, but I just thought that she would have a stronger spine than that. We'll see what happens with the ever-changing drama of the Shook, Hardy & Bacon trainees. I am going to have to start a page about the drama of this group, because it is major. And it's all the WOMEN! I'm kidding, I have drama too, for the love of GOD I have drama, but it's a different type of drama with the women.
Just for the file of 'Yes Bill, you're right': Richard's response to my letter: (the handwritten one)
I'm so grateful to you. You are understanding and gentle and loving and, yes, I consider you to be my husband, too. Thanks for the great note and know that I'll be more open in the future even if, in some ways, it's unnecessary. You're right - I do feel better.
I'm in love with you, William Rosen.
R
Thanks for the labels.
I won't even go there. I love this journal so much, it lets me get out much of what I think about during the day. I put the journal email in the "works in progress" folder when I start it, then I keep on going back to it throughout the day, and then send it at the end of the day. I love it. It really helps to get everything out, AND there's stuff that I never think about, that just suddenly comes up, and it's wonderful. It's sort of writing sparks different issues, and then I talk about them, and then it turns out to be a novel (um, like this entry). That's okay though, because I am so glad that I get a chance to share it on the webpage, so then everyone can see how tremendously wonderful my life has been going since I moved to Kansas City. I won't even start talking abou that, because then I'll REALLY never stop. Ok, that's really it for today, if you have any comments, thoughts, or anything, just drop me a line and we'll talk. Have a good weekend!!
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