My alarm is set, so hopefully no more missing Fridays. How are you doing? I hope school is out by now, but knowing public schools, there’s a big chance it isn’t yet. What nonsense, alas. Perhaps by next week?
After my birthday we’ll enter the nebulous zone of ‘perhaps I’m leaving right now, six years ago’ because I don’t remember the date Mom and I went on vacation. I barely remember leaving — who would think to try? I found an artist who inspired me when I was eleven after years of trying; I found them for the first time after you were gone. And alas, I’ve officially graduated from high school: time is cruel. It’s been so long since the summer of 2016 ended.
I’m sorry for dwelling. I hope you’re alright? I haven’t done much this week; I’m stuck in an unhappy hole. But yesterday I learned a lesson: don’t leave the laundry in the washer overnight, lest your sheets smell like mold. Oops. The cats don’t seem to mind, at least. Is the weather getting warmer over there? It is here, but it rained all day yesterday.
I hope you find something nice to do when (or now that) summer’s come along. I miss you. I hope that somehow you try to speak to me someday. For now, I will go wash the sheets again.
With love,
Alice