Well, enough with the boring stuff. I gotta tell ya, Jackie is gonna work out mighty fine. As I was coming on duty, I overheard talk about a poker game on deck 1, and the mental image of it turning into strip poker… well, let’s just say I’d rather play with her than you, any day. ROFL
I’ll keep you filled in as we go along. I hope that leg is healing OK. Be sure to follow the doctor’s orders (both of them) and remember… I’m only a mouse-click away, if you need someone to talk to… for now. Naturally, about six months after we get to Mars, we’ll be on the opposite side of the sun. Then, it’ll be more like 24 _ min. each way. So close and yet, so far away…
Stay in touch. I’ll write more, later. Go Broncos BTW, Happy Birthday, dude. Party like no one’s watching (come to think of it, I’m pretty sure no one is).
So here’s an old revised toast:
To my old friend Tyler Cody
This birthday toast I give
May you live as long as you want to
And want to as long as you live.
LOL – Brandon
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Ty briskly closed the lid of the laptop resting on the wooden TV tray in front of him. He reached down, snatched up his four-footed cane and hurled it across the room, not really meaning for it to STICK in the drywall. ‘Well, that was stupid,’ he thought. Tears then began welling up in his eyes as he recalled a similar incident happening when he and Claire had been tiling a bathroom on the second floor of their new home, just a few short years ago.
Ty had been trying to cut a two-inch square ceramic tile on the diagonal, but it persisted in breaking each and every time. After the third or fourth unsuccessful attempt, he grabbed a piece of the broken tile and flung it across the room, impaling it like a throwing star in the far wall of the bedroom. “Shit!” he exclaimed.