Happy Friday! Summer approaches us. How are you faring? I’ve caught a fever and am sick for the 100th time; I blame work. Touching other peoples’ groceries for 9 hours a day will do that to you. If you don’t already have a summer job, I’ll throw in my two cents to say I prefer summer camp. There are shorter hours, less illnesses, and weird old men do not speak weirdly to you.
Since it was last Sunday, a cordial Mother’s Day to Mom. You can’t escape motherhood.
Aaron’s flown to Canada. He’s visiting friends right now. I think he’s then going to check out his stepmother’s estate (she’s just passed) and bring whatever he likes back, but I could be getting trips confused and I’m too scared to ask about it since I should know it already. If he brings back something cool, I’ll let you know. His dad collected or worked on vintage architecture (or something, forgive my lopsided brain), which is cool as heck. Apparently I get any vintage books he finds for my collection.
I’ll be resting awhile. Mom wants to write a book about a girl who gets out of a cult, inspired by you. I think it will inherently have problems since she doesn’t know how you are living. I think the best course would be applicability over allegory; that’s probably what she’d do anyway. I wonder what you think of the idea. It’s interesting, at the very least.
With love,
Alice