1500

Big day today.  This is blog 1,500.  Writing it like that makes it look too short.  This is blog One Thousand Five Hundred. 
Others may think that is nothing to write home about.  But not me.  I am going to write home about that.  I see it as an advantage that I am already home.  This should get to me way quick.  But I do need to ask myself where did that time go?  It only seems like yesterday I was writing blog 1,499.
But I am going to write home about this one.  I feel like I am pretty close to the guy I am writing to.  How close?   Well, it feels like he knows what I am going to say even before I say it.
Anyway excuse me while I write the letter.
Dear Peter, (sounds formal but a good start I reckon)
How are you? (I like to start with an inquiry about how they are doing.  I do not want them to think I feel it is all about me, though in this case it is all about me.)
I am well. (I know they want to know.  But as I say I feel like we are pretty close, and I just have a feeling they already know that).  We have been getting a lot of rain here (this is my way of not appearing too excited.)  Apart from that I am doing the usual.
Today I completed blog 1,500. (I say this as nonchalantly as possible.  As if it is an after thought rather than the main reason I am writing.)  There have been many different topics.  I think I am at the end of stand-bys though, and each day I come up with something new to write about.  Sometimes it is first thing, and at other time it is late in the day.  Whichever way once I have it, I am into it.
I do sometimes think I need to change my priorities.  Like I felt bad watching while Merril constructed the air raid shelter.  But I managed to fight that feeling.  Good thing is though, I now have a place I can disappear into if a salesperson knocks at the front door.  Or if someone comes and I am busy (it could happen), I can be oblivious.  Another advantage is when it starts to snow, I can be warm in there.
But I will not go into all the detail now as I hope to see you soon.  Real soon.  Sooner than you think.  In fact there is a good chance you will feel like I am there already.
I will be able to fill you in as to what has been happening then.
Yours Sincerely, (I feel that is the thing to say.  I know of no one who has written, Yours Insincerely, or Yours, I’d rather be doing something else, but I feel obliged to write to you.)
Peter (I am confident of that one.  We share the same name.)
There.  Written.  They should get that pretty quick as they live here too.