Happy Friday! I am so tired. Do you understand the narrative about teenagers partying all night at all? The older I get, the earlier I want to go to sleep. Why aren’t the movie characters tired?
It’s nearly Thanksgiving! I’m not gonna go into my yearly internal rant about hating the pilgrims, but believe me, I’m thinking it. How are you doing? Do you have any plans for this Thanksgiving? Grandma can’t come over since I don’t think Mom (Mel) talks to her anymore… We don’t, particularly, the holiday hasn’t even been mentioned yet. I’ll write to you on Thanksgiving. I wish many cranberries and turkeys and biscuits upon your household.
Mom and I went off of Vashon and went to Target last week. It was fun, and ridiculously exciting for quarantine-reasons. We stopped by Sally’s and I dyed my hair a somewhat darker brown. Has anything exciting happened to you recently? Have you ever dyed your hair? I think you’d look nice with a periwinkle purple.
By the way, to say one thing: the reason all of these letters (except the holiday ones) are titled ‘Hey, Soren!’ is because if I had to give them all different names, we would have devolved into ‘Hark, Dear Sister, For Ill Tidings Are Upon Us’ and ‘Regardful Salutational Helloing Greetings’ long ago.
I miss you very much, but I haven’t enough brain to say much today. Paris and Pearl are batting at each other through the slightly-open door. I love you.
With love,
Alice