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Christmas letter from Connie Thompson
|Title||Christmas letter from Connie Thompson|
December 21, 1990|
Dear Family and Friends,
It is the season for communicating with those we hold dear. Here I am, doing just that. I have played with the idea of a Christmas letter for many years, but this is the first time I have actually tried it. I hope you enjoy it.
1990 brought many changes for me. One of the major and most exciting events was the decision to pursue my education. Many of you know that I have decided to leave the legal profession to become a psychotherapist. It is a long road but has to be travelled one step at a time. As this semester closes, I am pleased to say that I have a 4.0 GPA and have a partial tuition waiver through the Honors Program. This is my third semester and I'm still at 4.0. Wow, I'm doing it. This semester was interesting, but I am glad it is over. I had an algebra class that convinced me I don't want to be a mathematician, and a biology class that I enjoyed but I now know a lot more about fetel pigs than I care to (3 weeks of dissection is more than enough). This is the first semester that I have been able to carry a full load and attend classes during the day.
That brought about another big change in my life for 1990. I gave up my secretary-paralegal office and am now a "wordprocessor." The firm was very accommodating and moved me to the second shift (3:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m.) with a four day work week. It works well for me to stay here at Streich Lang. I've been here three and a half years and enjoy the firm very much. However, I did have some identity crisis when I first moved into the central wordprocessing center. No more private office, private telephone, private desk or private anything. I have adjusted now and rather enjoy the freedom of no responsibility and no attorney. But, it took some getting used to. After spending 26 years with an attorney hovering over me, it felt pretty strange.
My dear friend and long time roommate, Pati, left Arizona in April to return to the Northwest. (Oh Boy, another move for me.) I miss her more than I could have ever imagined. Our lives have changed, but fortunately not our caring for each other. She has returned to Arizona twice since her move, so we still get to see each other.
Blaine and Katrina moved to Missouri after Katrina graduated from college. I am happy for them but sad for myself. I miss seeing them and my perfect, precious grandson, Timmy. San Diego is a nice weekend trip; Missouri is a long vacation. Katrina is very good about sending pictures of Timmy so I still get to watch him grow, even though I miss a lot of details. He is beginning to talk now and says "Grandma" (with a capital G, no doubt).
I was blessed with a Board of Directors' meeting in June at Chris' home in Salem Oregon. It was wonderful to see Chris, Pati and Renee. Sharon was not able to attend, and we missed her very much. However, four out of five was better than not getting together at all. We were all glad to see each other and be reminded of what a gift we have in our special ten-year relationship. We have definitely changed over the years, mellowed, grown, and settled in.
My father's health is quickly failing, so I went home to Denver in August to visit him. My brothers also came home, one from Malibu, California, and one from New Orleans, Louisiana. We also have a brother who lives in Denver, so we were all together for the first time in three and a half years. It was nice to be a part of a family, but the sorrow, of course, was the cause. Dad is not doing well and the doctor is not very optimistic. He is suffering from lung cancer.
In October, I got a new roommate. Her name is Dee, and she is a real joy. She is 22 years old and a college student. It got rather intense around here during finals with both of us studying, but we made it through and still like each other. Needless to say, I am very easy to live with.
Life in Phoenix has been very good to me, and I have no plans to leave here. I do occasionally toy with the idea of moving to Oregon (I love that place) but for now, I am settled in my job, my home and my school. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I think I'll stay here. Where else can you have 126 degrees in June and snow flurries on December 21?
Now it is Christmas, and I count my blessings. I have many, and you are one of them. I hope this finds you well and happy. Write when you can; I know we are all busy. My thoughts are with you at this holiday season.