Fios has failed me. No Internet connection at all. Verizon spent days telling me it was my fault. Finally on Saturday they agreed it was something on their side and they would send a repair man over on Monday. My fingers are crossed that everything is back up and running soon. Luckily I am now working from the Philadelphia office. It’s not bad. Not bad at all. I am the only one there as of yet. On Friday, someone came down and put together a desk for me so I no longer have to prop my laptop on the window ledge.
I spent the last few days on the farm. I really love it there. Rob plays his guitar and we sing. We watch Ultraman and cruise Youtube. On Friday I played him my favorite scene from Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and he immediately grabbed his guitar and figured out how to play it and now we have added, “Sneakin’ Around with You” to our repertoire. We eat Klondike bars and make stir fry for dinner. It is hard for me to believe that we have only known each other a little over two months. It feels like we have always been together. Yesterday I met all 5 of his sisters and 2 of his 4 brothers. His oldest sister’s husband has spent the last few years lobbying to get a Vietnam War Dog Memorial built and yesterday was the unveiling of the statue. I wasn’t aware of the role of dogs in the military prior to this ceremony. It was very touching hearing about how these dogs saved and protected lives. I couldn’t help but picture little Bobo out on the front lines. I could just see him wearing a little beret and spinning in circles.

You probably already know this but military dogs are considered equipment and when Vietnam was over most of those dogs were killed as they served their purpose and were just a liability to the army. I think those dogs were incredible, but using dogs in war is just wrong, they have no beef with anyone. War, what is it good for?
Can I tell you how thrilled I am to be reading about you and guitar playing Rob…
Really, I am truly a dork. I am sitting here in my kitchen yelling inot the living room to my DH….
“Donna, from Donnaville is in love, I am sooo happy”..
and huny, you donot have to know anyone for very long to know it is love…I promise.