Letter to Julia 20140213

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

As you may have observed, the kitchen in my little house is indoors where the dining room is supposed to be.  There's a small porcelain sink in the corner, opposite the restroom, and in between is a makeshift island where I place my stove top on one end and other appliances on the other end, and in between is a space where I use the cutting board.  The actual kitchen which was designed and built with the house is outside, in a cage that's rather rusted, where I keep my motorcycle and little Floofy.  It has a stone counter top and a metal sink.  I don't use it because I would rather cook indoors, but I suppose you would rather use the outdoor kitchen, Julia.  That's fine with me if it pleases you my love, but it needs some work.  Apart from some plumbing and cleaning, the major issue is the roof.  There's a mature quinine tree just outside which dropped various debris and made many holes in the roof.  When I can afford it inshaAllah, I will have that tree removed, but regardless the roof over that outside kitchen needs much repair.  And I need a new place to put Floofy.  I love you, Julia.

Erin, I know you are a grown woman with many complex emotions and many layers of expression, and I love and appreciate that.  Perhaps you may slighted that I like the cute and sweet and innocent you best, and I do.  I'm not trying to be insulting, but it is your heart of gold, which to me is cute and sweet and innocent, that I absolutely adore.  This video is for you, Erin sweetie.  Would would have thought Stephen Hawking who be romantic?  I read in the news recently that he changed his tune about event horizons, saying somewhat that they were vague instead of being perfectly defined.  Deep, huh?  I love you, Erin.