The year 2003 has not yet drawn to a close, and yet I find myself
already trying to imagine what 2004 might bring for my new hubby and I.
We are planning to start our family next year, and so I think about
the state of the world into which I will bring a new human being. This
thought does not make me happy. Let me clarify- the idea of the new
human does, the state of the world does not.
So, what do I plan to do about this? What can one person do to make
the world a better place? How I can figure this out in a limited amount
of time?
I don’t know.
But, I intend to find out. And I plan on sharing any possible
revelations I have with you, the one or two people on the net who
actually read this site.
13 December, 2003
Wedding
Anna would like to claim everything is my fault; but now, I have the
proof that she started it. Of course, if she had only been willing to
move to Seattle, we probably would have been married years
ago.
From: Anna Piskoz
To: Jeff Watkins
Date: December 13, 2001 5:24:18 PM EST
Subject: Holiday Cheer
Jeff,
Alright, I’ve been silly for long enough.
I truly hope you are doing well, and perhaps we might be able to
communicate further at some point. This has been quite a year for me,
in more ways than I can squeeze into a little e-mail, but to summarize
in brief:
I have moved back to New York (drove cross-country with my sister-
ugh), where I am finally getting my life in some sort of order. I have
been fortunate enough to work for a time as a screenwriter’s assistant
(to a man who wrote for “The Simpsons”), but for the most part, I have
been working in that damn video store again, and plotting my escape
from Kingston. I have also worked as a software/website tester, and am
currently employed part-time as a ground assistant for a tree removal
service.
I am enjoying some quiet time with my two kids (read: cats) named
Magic and Tim- I’ll have to send you a picture.
Please let me know what you’ve been up to Scruffy, and although I
know you don’t celebrate it, have a Merry Christmas. And an even
Happier New Year.
Cheers,
Anna
Yes, I realize how ironic it is that I write this while sitting on
the couch, shiny new laptop in hand, but I really, really mean it.
I am very upset about the potential loss of a piece of our history-
in fact, probably the most important part of OUR history!
While Mr. Watkins tells me that this problem may have a solution;
Mrs. Watkins is not entirely convinced.
I think we have all learned a valuable lesson here, haven’t we
kiddies?
