Last night I went to the Elks to pack boxes for Afghanistan. Three of us did thirty boxes for shipping. They include all the things from home that the troops don't get. Beef Jerky, deodorant, toothbrushes, paste, candy, cracker, cookies and various other items to remind them of home. I always feel like a job well done," after we are done.
The twenty seven year old young man keeps emailing me. I think he just wants a friend, as his profile said he was looking to connect with new people. He lives in another State, so emailing him chatty things will be no harm, no foul. At least I think it will be that. Lots of different people out there
I returned home last night about nine fifteen and there was a message from Desi that said he was thinking about me. That was nice to hear, although since I always state, "do think about me when your gone,'" when he leaves for his job sites. I don't know if he is doing it for me or for him. Maybe a little of both. It is a little satisfying to know that no matter which it is, he calls. I returned his call and left a message on his cell.
I'm having dinner tonight with my good friend. Haven't seen her for a while as she has been out of the State. Time to play catch up.
Still more guys contacting me via "Match," but no one of interest at this point. I don't think I'm really looking for anyone and since my book is done and at the Agency to find a Publisher I have more or less lost interest in the chase.
Back to center pieces.
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