V's Version

Thanks, Dad. I am pretty miserable. I'm still bleeding and changing the dressing frequently. Yuck. Very painful. Very uncomfortable.

I'm trying to cheer myself up and keep myself occupied even though I am in pain. I'm holding off on the pain meds this morning in hopes that I can take Parker out to get his Halloween costume. I wouldn't want to drive on those meds! They make me sick anyway so it's a toss up: pain or sick. Whatever. Maybe I'll feel up for making Rice Krispie skulls and decorating an altar to the Beloved Dead this afternoon.

Your hot and sticky seas seem so far away from Felton where the days are getting shorter and the sun doesn't get above the tall tree tops any more. I try to picture where you are (the African coast is so big!) I wish I had a map that could locate you. That wouldn't be so good for security now would it?

I'm including a flyer that I am printing up to give out to our neighbors. The Mormon church has put so much money into the Yes campaign and it's demoralizing. I have had to have several conversations with Parker about ethics. He wants to take down their "Yes on 8" signs - but I don't think it's a good idea. It's not fair that someone takes down our signs and I can see the attraction to retaliation. But I still have to do what is right - and that means passing their signs by without malice and just trying to get the word out about how I want to oppose the proposition.

It's a tricky line we walk with politics and religion.

Keep on keepin on and thanks for the words of encouragement - V