yes, this email is composed only for you and sent only to you.
because
i miss the days when i would spend a leisurely afternoon on my
typewriter composing letters to friends. many of them dead now, like
tim holst (who baptized me) and kevin bickford, a.k.a. rufus t. goofus
(who once threw me into the hippo's wading pool.) so many others i have
lost track of like peter willden and bart seliger and michael nebeker
and elder day (my comp at the LTM in hawaii -- i can't even remember his
first name now. but when we were comps in thailand for a few weeks
when i was touring doing grade school clown shoes he got really bored
and kinda resentful that we weren't doing any regular missionary work so
at the end of one of my shows he pied me with a shaving cream pie. it
got a big laugh and he thought we should include it in all my shows but i
told him no thanks.)
by the way, this looks to be a long
string of drool, so i will break it up with lines of asterisks so you
can stomach it easier. just read one section at a time. then take a
break to go get some som tum or take a nap. then come back for the next
section. on the other hand, i only had five hours of sleep last night
and i may nod off at any minute here. so there won't be anymore to
read. i'm just waiting for amy to finish the laundry here at her
sister's house in idaho before we go into town to the dollar store to
get a shower curtain and sardines. if they don't have any sardines i'm
going to make amy stop at the arctic circle burger for an order of
french fries for my lunch.
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Idaho is a state of mind -- that's why it needs a psychiatrist.
hmmm. that needs work. let's try another one:
Minnesota is the land of ten thousand lakes and ten million bait shops.
naw, not very good. dump it.
Utah has the greatest snow on earth -- but the worst drivers on the freeways.
decent. i like it.
i should write a haiku about writing emails:
the cursor highlights
how impersonal we get
with our blinking words.
not too shabby. think I'll copy it to put on facebook and my twitter account.
amy
wants me to change my shirt so she can wash it. this is important to
write down because why? because i once again have someone in my life
who cares about how i look (and smell.) going without that kind of
person for 26 years was depressing.
unlike writing a personal
letter, writing a personal email means the content is liable to be
shared with everyone and their dog at some time in the future. so i have
to be careful what i say about the people around me, cuz there's a
chance they may read it. with a personal letter, once you sealed it and
mailed it it was just between you and the person you sent it to.
unless they chose to share it with others.
i wish i had saved
the thousands of letters i received over the years from friends and
family. i still have a sack full of postcards from my kids while i was
out of their lives. but otherwise i threw away beautiful letters from
old clown friends and missionary companions and old girlfriends and my
old minneapolis pals who knew me when i first joined the church. i'm
going to be leaving very little of anything behind when i pass on.
nothing of material value except an insurance policy for amy. and all
the stuff i've written. which i suspect won't matter an iota to any of
my kids. but i've said that before. who cares? i hope to be so busy in
the next life that i'll forget my obsession with fame in this world.
i
wonder if famous people in this world are still famous in the next?
did lincoln meet with a standing ovation when he crossed over? what
happened with hitler? or charlie chaplin?
all i know for sure is that when i get over there i'll see my little boy Irvin.
the
wind is always blowing here in idaho. it stunts the lilac bushes,
which are no higher than your knee. the wind carries odors a long way. i
can smell the water treatment plant five miles away, and the cheese
factory just outside of Rupert.
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in May the roadkill
attracts fell things of the night --
unhealthy to meet.
we
saw a lot of roadkill on the way to Buhl this morning for ice cream.
their creamery is superb. we got killer chocolate and lemon curd. now
that we're back at the house we'll probably take a nap and then drive
over to Twin Falls to eat at a curry house that specializes in lamb
dishes. but if you get there after 6 p.m. they're usually out of lamb
and you have to settle for chicken or paneer.
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Well,
my fine feathered friend, you're in luck. i seem to be coming down
with something. my throat is on fire and i can barely see straight.
hope it's just a throat infection and not that blankity-blank covid.
anywho, i shall end my email here for the nonce so i can go spray my
throat with otc Phenol and gulp more aspirin. i only ate a third of my
curry, which is a sure sign with me that i'm ill. i'll try to choke
down some Buhl ice cream to keep my throat soothed and then sit in my
La-z-Boy for the rest of the day and night and dream of winning the
nobel prize in literature for my haiku.
toodles, tt.
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