How inconvenient it is that Friday didn’t fall on New Year’s! Happy New Year’s Eve Eve then. This would make one holiday Eve Eve too many. Then again, I would enjoy a Halloween Eve Eve. How are you doing this second Eve Eve after the first Eve Eve?
Basically nothing has happened here. We’ll have one of my friends over tomorrow for dinner and perhaps a sleepover. Have you any plans for New Year’s Eve? I hope you have something nice planned. It has just dawned on me that you’re nearly sixteen. What an insane thing to think of; my idiot brain is telling me, “I can’t believe my nine-year-old sister is nearly sixteen.” My last pictures of you are from when you were about eleven (courtesy of Grandma, and I think of some speech you gave at Roosevelt). Alas, how sad it is; what do you even look like? If you’d like pictures of me you must go to the Flickr. I dislike my face too much to post them here, especially when they’re easily accessible. If not Flickr, Mom’s Instagram.
Let’s not think about this. I am too old for comfort. “What do you mean, college, I’m like thirteen!”
Here’s something nice to think about. Here’s a picture of Grandma’s cat, McKelvey (Mckelvy???). Mabel passed on some time ago, I think I’ve mentioned. He’s quite nice now that he doesn’t hate us. I’ll leave you with him, the sweet boy. There’s not been anything else interesting enough to talk about.
With love,
Alice