Mixed bag

 Dear John,

Last night, I was lying in bed, listening to an intermittent high-pitched, low volume whine.  It was driving me nuts.  I got up to find the source, because I was pretty sure it wasn't in my head.  I thought it might have been the refrigerator - it makes a lot of noises.  I got up to check, and that wasn't it.  I finally narrowed it down - it was the block for my phone charger.  I was really feeling bad about it, because your ears were constantly ringing (though the Army refused to acknowledge it) and wondered if I had contributed to your pain inadvertently.  Then I remembered that I just rearranged the bedroom and plugged the charger into a different outlet.  Previously, I would hear that once in a great while.  So it probably wasn't as bad as all that.  But still - I was not trying to make anything worse for you.

Today, however, I decided that what I really need to do is dig you up and reanimate you so I can kill you again.  I am so irritated with you right now!

Before S was born, I had a convertible.  While we were building the house, we lived in an apartment, and the garage was full of all our furniture from our previous house that we couldn't fit in the apartment.  So I had to park the car on the street, and then I had a car cover for the convertible.  It was about 6 years old then and had never lived outside the garage.  When we first started thinking about a baby, we traded the convertible in on a new Maxima.  You had always wanted one.  I liked it - 300 hp, comfortable, silver so it never looked dirty.  It was great.  

After S was born, you were on a cleaning rampage, and you were a big Craigslist user.  We got so many things from Craigslist and sold quite a bit too.  One of the things we decided to sell was the car cover.  A man came over to buy it, and we started talking to him.  We were discussing how we would play music for the baby at nap time.  It turned out that he was a music producer, and he came back later with some CDs.  One of the CDs was an Arvo Part CD.  I had no idea who he was, but we enjoyed the music.  A few years later, we were doing another cleanout, and I sold my CD player/stereo system at a garage sale.  A few months later, I found the Arvo Part CD case, with no CD, and you blamed me for leaving it in the CD player when I sold it.  You were all kinds of mad about it because you enjoyed it too.

This morning, I went downstairs to paint and turned on the stereo system.  I went over to the CD collection to find something to listen to while I painted.  I couldn't find anything I wanted in the left hand shelves, but I grabbed one of those travel CD sleeves we had where you could put your CDs in without the bulky cases and started flipping through.  About 2/3 of the way through, what do I find but the Arvo Part CD. :/  So all that time blaming me, and you were the one who relocated it to a mystery location.  ARGHHH!  But I listened to it today - it was nice.  Still wanna kill you though, despite the music being Da Pacem.

Aside from that, I had to send your daughter a bunch of warm clothes because she's freezing at school.  Her not-boyfriend took them up.  She then was asking me if she should have broken up with him before she left for school.  Sometimes, she's a dummy, because the answer was OF COURSE.  I got a bunch of baseball cards graded - none of them are worth much of anything.  I have one more group to send.  I probably need to send them soon, because I don't know that people will continue to have disposable income for much longer.  I am going to sell some of your silver, though.  It's at almost $50 an ounce, so you would be very pleased about that.  Off the check the spot price to see if I will get that done tomorrow.

Love,

A