Bertha in Bloomington is still reading (Hi Bertha!).
And she's still concerned about me.
After whining for about the 500th time regarding a trip to get my stuff, she sent me another nice letter giving me emotional support and, as she often does, $27 in cash.
She's such a sweetheart.
Bertha once again expressed concern that I don't have a women in my life and noted the recent visit of a colleague and friend from the Bloomington Herald-Times -- Laura Lane.
"I can understand why Laura is after you," Bertha wrote. "It is time for for you to seek female companionship but she is too old for you. Don't waste your time on elderly prospects."
Well, Laura is a friend and I believe visited me to return the family tea set -- and to do reconnaissance for others in Bloomington who might doubt the beauty of my landing spot and my enjoyment of present life and work conditions.
Her recon, I have already reported, found me well. And if Laura Lane says it is so, it is so.
In defense of my friend Laura, she is neither old nor elderly. Because I know Laura, I sent her a copy of the letter. She replied, "This just-turned-61 desperate old hag cannot stop laughing/crying. And I am happy to have generated you some gas money. So use it."
I want Bertha to know my life is perfectly fine as a single man. I enjoy my colleagues at the newspaper, the dozens of friends in the community but I love the solitude of the evening where I can concentrate on reading and writing.
"Have a safe and pleasant voyage for your belongings," Bertha wrote.
And she finished with "Keep the Faith and Pray for my Arthritis."
By the way, Laura Lane promised she will pray for Bertha's arthritis.
So dear readers, please keep Bertha in your thoughts and prayers.
What beautiful connections this stupid little blog has wrought.
Peace and long-distance friendships unto all of you my brothers and sisters.