Darn! I really have to get back to my blog. Not sure why I’ve not been tempted to continue writing on a regular basis. Maybe if I decide right now to write at least a little bit once a week that would suffice to get me back to writing. I don’t really have much to say so I thought I’d copy out some letters that I have received over the years from my father. Sometimes Ma used to add a PS after she got home from work. I was working as a waitress in NYC way back then. My younger sister, R, would write to us. Us was my older sister, P, with whom I shared an apartment in the summertime. I worked as a waitress in French restaurants to earn some money to buy my books for classes at The University of Connecticut.
I wish some of the new doodads google has added to blogger would get out of my way! If I wanted them I would have chosen to use them myself. I don’t like being harassed by an on line app! So I guess I’ll quit for now.
Quote: Nothing can work me damage except myself. --The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and am never a real sufferer but by my own fault. ----- St. Bernard
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