Letter to Erin 20151029

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

Hi Erin!  It's raining right now.  I just finished the sunset prayer, and now I'm writing to you.  How are you feeling, my dearest?  I pray you are feeling healthy and confident.  I love you, and I need you.

I spent most of my day in the kitchen, making my home made hot sauce.  I made a double batch today, so that took extra time.  I harvested hot peppers from my yard.  Not a great harvest, but I still had some left in the cooler from last time.  The key for me is the hot red pepper puree.  I guess any brand would do, but I choose the one that doesn't hurt my stomach.  No matter how much hot sauce I guzzle.  Also in the mix is garlic, corn starch and a little bit of water.

I had to tend my baby mangoes in the evening, so I didn't get much yard work done.  They are about 6 months old now and the right age for grafting, so I'm getting that done slowly and cautiously.  When I took out the garbage to the dumpster, I found a couple of puppies foraging through the trash.  There were 2 of them, and they were smaller than the size of my smallest cat.  Both of them were male.  They were the color of wild dogs, so I assume that they were wild and barely independent.  What struck me the most was how clean they were.  No dirt, no scars, no bruises, no blemishes, perfect from snout to each paw to tail.  I thought that they were still small, and would get killed.  But they didn't approach me, or ask for any help from me: they just ignored me and continued their scavenging.  I didn't talk to them or offer to help or anything like that, but if they had asked me for help, I would have helped them.  I have never raised a dog in my life.  I had some errands to run, so I kept an eye on them every time I passed by the dumpster.  Eventually the 2 brothers wandered off and disappeared.  They were so small, Erin.