Dearest P,
I am, as always, encouraged by your efforts at self-improvement. And more than a little thrilled at the direction it has taken. I have, on the other hand, abandoned all pretense of neighborhood involvement. As soon as it was confirmed that we would, in fact, participate in a neighborhood garage sale, I immediately began looking elsewhere for companionship. I have far too much in common with these people than I am willing to admit. How am I to continue to better myself if consistently surrounded by those who seek to drag me right back to my own level? I’ve decided to head to the estates in Potomac to find my real friends.
In the meantime, I’ve taken a brief detour to my home state once again for my father’s surgical needs. I’m beginning to think his medical care is something of a hobby, or dare I say it, his new profession. Not surprisingly, although the "final" surgery went stunningly well, the cardiologist mentioned another surgery may be necessary. Apparently the good dr. lost a bet to one of his vascular surgeon buddies and needs to throw some business his way.
On the upside, it will give me the opportunity to spend a little more "quality" time with the cardiologist who performed the most recent procedure on my father. You may recall my former obsession with the cardiologist who performed a previous procedure. Well, dear P, never one to miss an opportunity to turn a pleasant encounter into an obsession, I find myself again pining for a man who has saved my father’s life.
I’m almost certain the cardiologist who doesn’t know my name may return my affection. Although he has made no effort at contact since our thirty second chat about my father’s health, dearest P, he happens to be a neighbor of my padre, who has conveniently invited him to fish in his well-stocked ponds and told him to bring his own young children to join him. At last my own cherubs will serve a useful purpose as I parade them to the water with fishing sticks and some kind of bait (other than me).
Do hurry back, P, as I feel I may be losing some perspective–although exactly why is very unclear. Hubby is to return from a much too long business trip this morning and I feel vaguely that I should not be contemplating so many other fish in the sea. Perhaps I need hubby and the oldballandchain together again to remind me exactly why all gentlemen are, in fact, the same distressing man.
Faithfully,
C.
