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Jan. 16, 1998
Dear Sam,
School is okay, I guess. I’m still majoring in exercise science and I decided only recently to minor in Psychology. And that’s because of you. You were always interested in psychology, so I thought, what the heck! Why not! It’s hard, but I’m dealing with it. I know that you always wanted to be a psychologist. Did you ever think about pursuing it? You should!
Oh yeah! Congrats on the construction job. That’s great! I love it when things work out like that. And I’m proud of you for taking that management job. I know you weren’t thrilled about it. And see how it worked out. If you wouldn’t have listened to me, then you wouldn’t have been there when those guys knocked over the beans. You’re welcome.
Sorry it’s taken me a couple of months to write back to you. Things have been hectic on my end. Nate and I just got back from a vacation in the Keys. He hates the winter, so he was ready to get out of dodge. I tried snorkeling and scuba diving for the first time if you can believe it. The colorful fish we saw reminded me of the fish that you had in your fish tank when you lived at home. Remember those? I used to love it when we would watch a movie with the lights out and the tank would be lit up. It was so pretty. We used to always talk about getting one once we got married. Did you ever get one? I asked Nate if we could and he said no. He said that they are too much to take care of. Maybe he’s right. I hardly have the time to sleep lately, let alone take care of any kind of living thing.
So how did the set up go with Ricky’s friend? Was she nice?
Love, Maria