My new friend Anna.

This is Anna! She found one of my old profiles on a website for dating and decided to write to me. Not once, not twice, but many, many times. She lives in Yoshkar-Ola, Russia, some 515 miles east of Moscow. I decided that it would be rude to ignore her emails and so I wrote to her. I tried to tell her that I am going back to college and I will be a poor college student for the next two years, but she says that is okay. She loves my artwork and thinks that we would be a good couple; she thinks I have a very artistic and creative soul. It is pleasant for me to think that someone loves me for my inner soul, so I keep writing to her. She works in government administration and is pretty good with her English skills. My Russian is improving with study and I have the idea in mind that a Russian woman would be a good partner for a Native American like me. Anna writes very romantic, sometimes almost erotic, letters and tells me of love between Russians and Athabascan Alaskan Indians like myself. I have many cousins in Alaska that are of Russian descent from the days when Russia thought that they owned Alaska. So I write to her in the hope that she will love me back. I hope she doesn't disappoint me and break my heart, and I suppose that if she still loves me after two years of college, then it is a real love. Time will tell.

Back to school.

College classes start this September 25th. I am excited and aprehensive about my return to college. Excited to learn a new career in electronics, but aprehensive because it has been more then 20 years since I last attended school. I think I will do well though because I have good experience from my work history. To prepare for school I had an eye exam and got new glasses. Bifocals actually. I must be getting old if I need bifocals. I have gotten used to them already and they work great! Now I can read the daily paper without having to take my glasses off and hold the paper nine inches from my face. Now if I could just find a part time job to help pay for school I would be a happy camper. Printing sucks and I need this education for a better career. Maybe I could go to work for Seattle City Light when I graduate. My Dad worked for them before he became a fireman and he still has connections. I would love to have a government job and be able to retire in 20 years with a good pension. Hey, I'm 44 now and I just can't see myself working until I'm 75, 80 years old! One last thought: "Work" is a four letter word!