Letter to Julia 20130413

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

Hi there, Julia darling!  How's my beautiful girl feeling?  I seem to have a ot of energy today for some reason.  I wanted to spend all that energy making love to you but you weren't here, so I did some gardening instead.  I cut the grass, I trimmed the flower bushes, I raked the leaves, I trimmed the bamboo, I watered the plants, I picked cashews, I delivered cashews to the neighbor, I cleaned out Batty's cage, all within less than one and a half hours.  Say, do you wanna make out?  Oh, you're not here.

Here's another trip down memory lane for me!  Instead of 40 years ago, it's only 10 years ago, back under the dry, sweltering sun of Phoenix, Arizona.  This song just makes me wanna dance!  Ramon Ayala - Del Otro Lado Del Porton.  Mr. Magic Fingers Ramon Ayala is a REAL rock star, not like most of those wannabes you see on TV.  You can just tell by the way he pauses from his accordion to point and nod at the camera at the end of the song.  It's just so... natural.  Now I'm ignorant, so I can't speak Mexican, so I have to guess what the words mean by looking at the music video.  My guess is that the song is about how the guy doesn't want to kiss his wife anymore because she's no longer young and beautiful, so she runs off with the gardener, and in the end he's standing around at the front gate waiting for her to come home.  What do you think?

Letter to Julia 20130411

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

Hi Julia, my beloved young wife.  It's been hectic this week, and the weather has been intense.  I didn't get to blog my Tuesday blog on Tuesday, so I put it up today just in case it means anything.  My Dad spent most of the day in hospital, so I was busy with that, plus other things.  My Mom is really lonely without my Dad.  She must love him very much.  Isn't that sweet?  Ouch, my shoulder hurts.  I think I'll lie down now, and watch TV.  I love you, Julia.

Letter to Julia 20130409

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

Hello again, Julia.  I love you.  Yesterday, I actually took Chee Cheah to the vet before I went to the Internet cafe.  The poor kitty has a persistent fungal skin infection, so occasionally she needs the vet to give her an antifungal shot.  So I was busting around all day yesterday since 8am, which is dang early for me.  I ate simply all day, too: banana cake for breakfast, ramen noodles for lunch, and leftover rice from my Mom with steak, and the magical cashew, onion, hot chilli pepper and salt combination.  Want some?  Yes, it's cashew season again, and I'll be in competition with my Mom over the cashews.  I think I'll make a huge batch, and see how it pickles.  Goes great with almost anything.  Want some?  Oh, actually, I'll be making fried flat noodles with cockles again this evening.  I love this dish!

I'm still studying the assassination of JFK.  But really, I'm just trying to master the Qur'an.  There's still much to study, so next I have to examine the connections to the murder of his brother Robert, and the shooting of president Reagan.  Don't you agree that it's important to understand the world we live in, and why people are the way they are?  I'm just trying to increase in knowledge so as to master the Qur'an.  InshaAllah.

Letter to Julia 20130408

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

Now, now dearest Julia.  I'm not dead yet.  And while I'm still alive, I've made a commitment to marry you, a commitment that I intend to keep.  So don't you go running off anywhere crazy.  Please persevere in patience, and pray that Allah brings us together in marriage soon.

Letter to Julia 20130406

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

Oh my, it's April already.  We are in our 4th year since I proposed to you.  It's a big world and etherworld, isn't it?  You are my wife, insyaAllah.  I love you, my Julia.

This morning when I woke up to let Chee Cheah in, it was still dark.  So I flipped the light switch on.  You know how florescent tubes flash before the light stays on, between the first and second flash I saw someone standing next to me on my left side.  It seemed like a 10 year old girl dressed in black, looking up at me.  Then the light stayed on, and the figure was gone.  No big deal, I've seen many jinns in my life.  Plus, we Muslims are taught by the Qur'an that we co-exist on this world with the jinns, and not all jinns are evil.

I've said this before, that the commute to and from town is very, very dangerous.  Sure, everybody has to commute, and anybody can be a statistic.  But as usual, Allah seems to be the only One Who cares about my work, and my safety.  Ya Allah, please have mercy on me, and give me home Internet service with an Internet computer soon.  Meanwhile, this old soldier has to get the message through.  Ya Allah, please protect me, those I love, my home, and my work.  But when it's time to go, then it's time to go.  From Allah we come, and to Allah will we return.  For certain, death is neither an escape nor a solution.  Don't believe me?  What if I told you all that I have the voices of some dead women in me?  MashaAllah.

Letter to Julia 20130404

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

Hi there, beautiful Julia.  How are you feeling? You are my dearest heart, and I love you with all my heart.   MonsterQuest is on TV again, this time it's about "Ghosts".  MonsterQuest is usually pretty lame.  They couldn't even catch a muskie.  In "Giant Killer Snakes", the anaconda expert caught a snake the size of an earthworm.  But it's on TV, so there.

I had to go to the vet again, but only to buy cat drugs.  Scruffy got better.  The tumor on his lip shriveled up and fell off.  Alhamdulillah.  I planted some flowers on the graves of my grandparents yesterday, but the ground is so hard and dry, I don't think they'll survive.  I'm going to have to go back with some potting soil and lots of water if I want to give those flowers a head start.  Then I went and bought 2 plastic brooms and a teether.  For my teeth.  No, not the brooms.

I've been studying the JFK assassination.  Only God has the Strength to be God.  Humans grow old and become weak.

Letter to Julia 20130403

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

Hello Julia, my beloved.  Are you hanging in there?  Well, I'm in it for the long haul with you.  You are my love.  You are the most beautiful girl to me.  I may never be as pretty as you, but this chimp-like body does have a little bit of strength to help protect the voices of some dead women.  Sigh.  This music is the death of me.  It should be obvious that I have no choice but to take the correct spiritual path, and nothing else.  The music is a gift from Allah, and it is my charge to bear the burden until Judgement Day.  But it is the death of me.  What a paradox, huh?

Do you rememeber my telling about my brother's cat, which has a problem with mouth ulcers?  I have to feed it medication every day to control the swelling, but the vet said the problem is incurable.  Without the drugs, she will die of starvation.  Well, now my brother's white cat is displaying the swelling, and the symptoms.  What caused this?  Is it from sharing the same food bowl?  There's another cat that eats from the same bowl, and is fine.  Were they poisoned somehow?  I'm giving the white cat the same drugs as the other cat, so I pray that he won't take a turn for the worse.  His mouth hasn't turned red yet, so I think he still has time to save himself.  Otherwise he may become another drug addict cat.  I might have to go to the vet tomorrow.  Dang!  I can't be going to the vet everyday!  I should be on the Internet everyday.