A Conversation with Elizabeth
1998
End of Day

From:          Elizabeth  
To:            LMixson@PEC.com
Sent:          Monday, April 6, 1998 5:27 PM
Subject:       End of Day

I don't have much new to add as I've written today already, but I just read and printed out your messages from today, and have a few minutes to spare before leaving.  I don't want to go to class tonight.  I found myself wishing we didn't even have a Spring Break because it totally breaks the momentum.  One of my problems is that I usually get tired of a course before it's over, and I'm very tired of contracts and now find it hard to resume.  I tried to study at lunch, but could not get into it. 
I looked back through your old notes and found out what ATF stood for.  I had forgotten.

Dumbarton Oaks.  I seem to recall something called the Dumbarton Oaks Treaty or Meeting or something?  But I can't recall more than that.
Regarding the time change, I've been going ahead and getting up early at 5:30 when I wake up and then going to bed "early" in order to prepare for the time change as the Spring one always hits me as difficult.  I had to set my alarm to get up at 6:00 today which is earlier than I need to, but I want to try accomplishing more in the mornings, as I accomplish little after my 9:30 classes end.  Starting soon I will have M, Tues, Wed. classes, which while necessary, is not something I'm cheery about.  I'm basically a morning person, I believe. 

I recall the VW "incident."  I was always chagrined that men seemed to pick up on doing things with cars that women didn't seem to pick up on, and I really wanted to learn all I could.  I do little with cars now though.  I do add my own oil, but I don't change it.  With my 82 VW I was pretty much into it, changing the oil myself and everything.  I think I lost heart because when I moved to AL the car was immaculate. 

Then some total jerk ruined the back end running into me when I was at a red light. I replaced the lenses, but when the insurance money came in, I needed it for school and didn't get the fender fixed or the bumper.

Retrospectively that was a big mistake, however, soon thereafter a semi trailer ran me off the road (literally) and dented the left side.  Then later a jerk backed into me in the parking lot and crunched the other side.  That's AL drivers.  All in all I collected the price of the car by people running into me, but the thing is I loved the car.  Now it disheartens me.  I suppose I should let it go, or have it hauled away, but haven't separated yet. 

Did you ever hear from Sean?   Elizabeth 

I sent the following email to Sean but had not heard back yet.

 
From:          LMixson
To:            Sean
Sent:          Tuesday, April 7, 1998 1:31 PM
Subject:       Hello
 
Hello Sean,
   This is Larry Mixson am a old friend of Wendy's from University of Florida.  I found you name on the web and thought you might be Wendy's husband.   I was looking up some old friends and thought of Wendy and would like to send an email to her.  I tried to send you an email a few weeks ago but have changed jobs and did not get any reply.  If Wendy is interesting in contacting me please send an email to mixsonl@acm.org
 
Sincerely,  Larry Mixson

 

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