The other day I was talking to our friend Sue (Susil here on MyBloggers), and she was thanking me for all the letters I've written to her. Even when I didn't hear back, I wrote at least once a week, telling her anything and everything that came to mind. Most of them were hand-written, so I couldn't look back to see what I'd already told her; repetition is one of the joys of old age. I always count on the recipient also having a bad memory so the news is always fresh.

"Your letters are so interesting and descriptive, you should write a book," she told me.

Just about everyone I know has thought about writing a book, and I admire those who have gone ahead and done it. I made the mistake of reading about how to write one and get it published, and that put me off.

However, during the time I was trapped by the flooding, I started writing about my thoughts and what was happening because I couldn't blog or email anyone. As events unfolded I've added to it, but not every day. Sue said I need to keep at it because memories will fade, and I can see that happening to me, but I've got daily thoughts and activities documented in blogs and emails, so I can flesh it out with that. I doubt I'll ever publish it, but someday I'll decide it's done and print it out for the family.

By the way, Sue is doing fine. She is back in her Mississippi home, and her daughter Zee lives in the area somewhere. Zee comes to help Sue with laundry or other tasks where she can't get in her wheelchair. She also doesn't have a car and couldn't drive it anyway. When she went to Texas she shut off her phone, and when she got back to MS and reinstated her service, her old land line number was still available.

She needs a new computer to get online, and it will be dialup because broadband isn't available in her area.