Why would someone write this to me? It's very upsetting to be the target of hate. Yes, I know it stems from envy and a small mind, but it is still distressing to be so ill-thought-of.
I am quite careful to treat each person with respect and as the Quakers say, "to see that of God in everyone" so this means that this person or these persons do not perceive that aspect of my personality.
As they were so cowardly as to send this anonymously, there is no response I can give. I will simply relinquish the wish to atone and accept that which I cannot change. What a strange world we live in!
Here I am in Charleston, SC, on vacation at my mother's house. I am very happy to be here, watching TV in the evening and stitching away at my needlepoint. We've been shopping, out to eat, to a movie and I have been "cleaning up" her computer. She is kind of afraid of technology, so I have pledged to manage it. AND I talked her into getting DSL. I have been trying to persuade her to get rid of her AOL, too, because I just HATE it. But she clings to its familiarity.
I AM going back to St. Augustine tomorrow morning. Back to the "real" unreal world of jobs and obligations . I will miss her. She is a very special person. How I wish she lived closer. I cannot move, because my career is too firmly entrenched in St. Augie. She WON'T move because of her ties here - she has been here 17 and a half years. I cannot blame her.
I will post more soon. I want to talk about the hate mail I received about a week ago and about the thrill I got singing Madame Strasvichaya (Mme Goldentrill) in Mozart's The Impresario last weekend.
Nearly 5 years ago, I suffered a stroke that left me with numbness and lack of coordination of my right hand and arm. For awhile, I could not speak normally, and I couldn't say my husband's name. With time and occupational and massage therapy, sensation began to return. My speech cleared up within the month. I relearned how to brush my teeth and hair, how to butter toast, how to handle a fork. I used a speech program on the computer for several months, because my right hand could not type. I am very grateful for the lessons I learned from this experience. After 5 years, a person is considered to be at no increased risk of having another CVA (cerebrovascular accident). That's my upcoming milestone!
