Dear Cyndy,

Thank you for your letter. My sister has become very impatient
and wants to leave. However, she is so forgetful and confused
that her plans don't make sense. She proposes to fly to TriCities
Airport in Tennessee on Tuesday next, to be fetched by the son
(Roald Kirby)  of a deceased friend. Roald lives sixty miles from
the airport. Margrit then proposes  to stay at a bed and breakfast
establishment. Then, from our unheated house with non-functing toilets,
in a matter of a few hours, to pack her belongings into her small Miata
sports car, to hire Roald's brother Russell to drive with her the six
hundred miles to Detroit where she has calculated they will arrive on
Wednesday. For Thursday afternoon she has arranged that a friend drive
her to the Detroit airport, where she expects to spend the night sleeping
in a chair in the waiting area, in order to catch an early morning plane
to Fort Lauderdale where she has booked a four day Caribbean cruise, -
all this where she is too weak and crippled to walk the 1500 feet to the
bus stop on Concord Avenue. Meanwhile she keeps all her plans secret from me,
confiding her plans, such as they are, to our cousin Marion whom, at least
for the time being, she adores.

As you can infer, my life is interesting. There's little time for
meditation or for that matter, for writing letters. You will forgive
me if I have nothing more to say at this moment. Visualize me as
climbing up a wall.

Please stay well and give my best to Ned.

Jochen