Twenty-seven

 Peggy,

    I read ebooks, have had at least three ereaders, but I agree that there is something about having a book in your hands. The feel of the paper, the effort to hold it open, the simple movement of turning the page, the smell of a new old print. Same feelings when I hold your letters. I typed them into my laptop, but it's just not the same as holding the paper, having the envelopes, the act of taking the letters out, the unfolding, the whole process, seeing your handwriting, the spacing, spelling. The smell of the paper is gone after so many years. Brings me closer...

    So, you asked about me, what I do, did, am I happy, still writing, etc. There isn't enough paper, ok, there is an endless supply of these digital documents. My fingers couldn't do all that typing, at least, all in one effort. 

    I am an old grump, typical, not that I hate life, it's just harder. I never married. I was a nurse, ten years, then I was done with the death (ten is about average), was a teacher, library, but mostly teaching elementary level computer skills, when I had to move into the classroom it became a political nightmare and I wasn't very good, so moved on to doing and that for a while, much better.

    I said never married, the relationships just weren't... The last was miserable. When I moved on, physically, I mean, is when I rediscovered your letters.

    You were always a helper. Too much so at times, I thought. So it is wonderful to hear you doing it again, I guess the word to use is professionally.

    This is too long. Goodnight.