I'm sure regular readers of this blog (I'm looking at you Fenwick Nicklebody of Port Aransas, Texas) will remember back in June of last year when I posted some actual unedited texts I'd sent my wife. Ever since people have been howling for more (well, they've been howling). So here is a second edition. Enjoy?
I’ll be home assuming the light on Shattuck ever changes.
I’m not saying the doctor is young but his voice hasn’t changed yet.
Reading in the backyard, let me know when you get home.
Never mind, going in the neighbors are noisy.
If you get to the store I need cereal and bananas, that last bunch was weird.
Francis has given notice, he’s leaving in about a month.
Had a bagel with cream cheese and a decaf latte. Enjoyed both. While I ate five beautiful blondes came in. It was cute how thye pretended not to notice me. I have the most beautiful woman at home. She doesn’t pretend to ignore me. Movie starts in a minute. I love you.
A queue at the coffee hut. Damn high school students.
From a footie newsletter I get: “The new Premier League season has kicked off and it just feels right. With the greatest respect to our friends and families, weekends have meaning again.”
Break time and people are screaming because Taylor Swift is engaged.
I’m madly in love with you.
Having fun and it’s so much better knowing that I’m coming home to you. You’re the best.
Your cookies are very popular, two students asked me to thank you. So did Olivia whose birthday is today.
This week I have eleven students. Nine females and two males. Eight or nine different countries, one student hasn’t shown up yet so I don’t know where she’s from.
The hipster doofus is out today, his third absence to go along with being late twice. He hasn’t even been here a month Bring back Frances!
Yesterday class ended with someone looking at their phone while I was talking. Today class began with a student looking at their phone while I was talking. It’s exhausting.
Twelve students, 8 females, four males. Nine different countries. Still no British.
Okay I’m home. Bears won by 50, 92-42.
In many respects this has been an absolute nightmare of a morning and of course this has all to do with tech issues. Won’t be able to go to Target during break because I have to work on tech issues. Can you pick up Motrin?
Very disappointed in myself. Too emotional watching the match. Too loud. Probably not a pleasant person to be around. I’m vowing to do better in the future. Have a week till next match to reflect and work on it. At least Arsenal won and you’re still my wife — unless your walk is to divorce lawyer. Sorry. I love you.
That idiot teaching neighbor of mine called in sick at the last second (again) He’s missed more days in this three months here than I have all year — vacation not included. His students were given the option of going home or joining my class. Most of the ones would been with me previously have joined. Jorge an exception. Thank Oski.
Can we have spaghetti for dinner? With garlic bread. Also I need milk and bananas. Also need kefir and cereal but that might be too much for you to carry.
I’m home now. I’m in the office typing this text.
My Turkish student is a plastic surgeon.
It’s all part of the nightmare that this mystery pain has been.
They’re being very nice to me here I think because the person in Berkeley must have said how sad and desperate I was.
One of my new students is a professional musician from Paris. Her instrument is the clarinet.
Soon as I started walking again the wind stopped and the rain settled down. I was wise to take shelter for a bit.
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