Dear Janice

My sincere condolences, again. Do you plan these freak accidents? Wait, don't answer that. So husband number three fell into the volcano in Hawaii and vanished. You need to visit us and get away from the real world.

Well, my world is more reality than I want most of the time. Yesterday, for instance, I was chased by the bull, Red. He happened to be the one I had tried to milk the first time I had to take over for Elrod. Then the badger babies turned on me during their feeding. I now have to make a long trip to town to get new jeans. I don't care for the ripped jean look even though Elrod enjoyed it. Then, Elrod went from the lovely shade of copper to a glowing yellow color. He is now my night light when I come downstairs since he has taken to sleeping in his recliner. It has something to do with the sleep walking. He fell down the stairs last week.

Nimrod replaced the stair railing just this morning with some fresh cut pine. I am getting use to the rustic look around here. If things get anymore rustic I would think I live in the early frontier. I refuse to let the men rip up the floor to expose the dirt. Elrod thought that it would be more eco friendly to get rid of the tile floor.

I will write to you soon. I hope.

Sincerely,
Beatrice

PS I am keeping a journal of daily ponderings. I will send you a copy as soon as I gather six months or so.