Last Day of K.I.S.D.

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Welcome to "the engines of my love," a regular review of why I love you, Martha Ellyn Sharp Nelson, and no other woman.

I love you because you helped monitor the activities of our children the last day of K.I.S.D. for this year, and Melanie's forever. I really do enjoy the geotechnical challenges which have accompanied my work at the Bureau of Economic Geology. However, there are times when I am quite worried about not being home, about not having supervision for our children. This is, of course, compounded when I find photographs of boys mooning girls and lots of empty beer bottles and beer cans in the trash. Maybe I should not have been suspicious of all of the cans in a big garbage bag, and shouldn't have opened it. Maybe somebody just put it in our garage and it had nothing to do with our kids. Maybe this kind of stuff is going to go on today no matter how much supervision the kids have. And whatever the truth of this matter is, I am glad you do not approve of these activities any more than I do and I am glad you have been with the kids, for all of the years, when work has taken me out of town.

Thank you. I love you.

I'm interested in sharing why I love you. I know how important the written word is to you, and if you ever feel neglected, ignored, or unloved, and would like an up-to-date bound copy of these lovelets or any subset of these lovelets for any purpose you might have come to mind, please tell me or e-mail your request to rnelson@walden3d.com with the request 'lovelet update.'

With all my love,
Roice

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Copyright © 1997 H. Roice Nelson, Jr.