August 15, 1999
Dearest Jane,
The garden is doing wonderfully. I have the standard honeysuckle and gardenias, as well as some of the heartier rose bushes. I also put in a couple of night blooming flowers. But, my center piece of the garden is the sapling oak tree I had shipped in. I have built the greenhouse with it in mind.
I must confess that I did not build the garden all by myself. After the third time of smacking myself with a hammer and finally breaking the piece of wood I was attempting to hammer, I went to Zacharie for help. I suppose it is all this physical activity that Booker has been making me do that has turned my head. I vastly over estimated my ability to hammer things together. Fortunately for me, not only is Zacharie good at this sort of thing, he likes doing it, too, and takes direction very well. He was even able to put together the glass without shattering the panes. I am not sure I could have done the same.
Unfortunately, building my garden has set me back a pretty penny. Almost half of my savings account. That, of course, makes me nervous. However, I believe it has been well worth it. I love my garden. So do the cats. It is wonderful to walk into the greenhouse, smell the earth and see the flowers blooming. I need living plants around me. I just know my sapling oak will grow big and strong through the coming years. It is something I shall watch with great pleasure.
That reminds me. Last week, I was invited to a corporate party for some company in the Concord area. I do not remember which company. They all seem the same after a while. I go to these parties to make contacts - just like everyone else. Occasionally, I am lucky enough to attend an art gallery opening or something more interesting than merely a large number of people patting themselves on the back for some minor accomplishment that will mean nothing in a few years - or even in a few months.
I did meet a few interesting people, though. One was a judge. I believe I shall follow her career with a bit more interest than most. Another was a public defender. Poor girl. Not good enough to woo any of the big law firms into hiring him, but still idealistic enough to believe she really can help those in need. I am sure a few choice words about a possible job offer in the DA's office in her ear shall turn her head in my favor. Once I get that far, that is.
I am feeling much more comfortable in this area these days. Now, if I could only figure out these damned nightmares. Perhaps, some research on lucid dreaming is called for.
Until next time, my friend. I miss you.
Love,
Kayley
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