Not too much to say about this holiday. Hooray for independence and pretending to be patriotic. Is there anything going on today? We’re going to a small party later. Mom’s making deviled eggs, and now the whole house smells like them.
I remember one year when we were little, going up to the top of that place in Eugene where you could go hiking (maybe near the shopping center with the open courtyard in the middle?) and we huddled together in a blanket while fireworks went off. I miss you dearly. I hope you have fun today — again, I have very little to say, alas. Happy Fourth of July, Soren.
With love,
Alice