Hello, hello!

Dear family,

I enjoy seeing the pictures that many of you have sent and maybe some day I will get a digital camera so I also can send pictures. Sometimes I think about dating through the internet, and most people want to see a picture before anything else. Beyond that, I've never really been that interested in taking pictures.

I don't think I mentioned before that I have a house mate named Elizabeth, who stays in the back room. She moved in during the first week of September. She hadn't been here even a full week, when she had what looked to me like a stroke. I found her on the floor in her room. She was conscious, but kind of jabbering and did not have the strength to get up, even with my help. "What's up with you?" I asked her. "Mental problems", she said. "Can you tell me your name?" "Yes" "Please say your name for me." She struggled to say something, but couldn't, and after consulting with Halima on the phone, I called the ambulance. She was released from rehabilitation on Thursday, and seems to be her old self (seventy some years). But she's still pretty weak and it's a struggle for her to walk, even with her cane. They're supposed to send a social worker out here two or three times a week to see if she needs any help and to check that she's taking her medications. She says the doctors in the hospital never could figure out what happened to her. It wasn't a stroke. It probably wasn't a spider bite, as she thought it might have been. I enjoy having someone around the house that I can talk to. I cook, as does she, and she does all the dishes. She also has nice friends, who come over fairly often. Still, I worry that her being so frail like she is could be a liability for me.

Love,
Stephen