I could do this every Sunday

I had another Sunday all to myself. Daughter missed her flight home. I didn't have to go to the airport to pick her up. Don was working. Hubby was in driving school. He got nailed by photo radar. How do you teach your teenagers not to speed when their dad does. Some days he is my "third" child......... I love turquoise and red. And a little glitter. It says soar, fly solo, ascend, glide.
Escape.....................Do you see a pattern here. I think I must need to get the heck of Dodge(Phoenix) for awhile.

This old letter I got in a bundle from Kari. I think the letter is written in Swedish. She is from Minnesota,so that is just a guess. The date on the postmark is 1908. When I was working with this I really was curious about what the letter said. Well, by the time I finished I had made up this whole story about these two people (the sender and the receiver). My guess it was a torrid love affair. Two lovers who were torn apart, by parents who did not approve of the relationship. Or maybe it was a secret affair. The man (the receiver) was really married to someone else and the women (the sender) was with his child. Left in the home country to fend for herself. An unwed, pregnant women. Oh the scandal. Well needless to say at one point my eye glasses were steamed up. My imagination was running wild. All fueled by caffeine. .......Back to reality,darn it anyway.