How are you this Friday? There’s a festival here today, called the Strawberry Festival (I think because this place grows lots of them), and a friend is coming for a sleepover so we can go. It is very hot today, so I hope it won’t be uncomfortable. Are you doing anything?
Mom and Aaron are back from Country Fair. They hardly set foot in Eugene. It seems to have gone as Oregon country fairs usually go. Did you go? I don’t remember ever attending as kids. Perhaps there are too many drugs there. Someone offered Mom mushrooms (she declined). I went to pride on Saturday while they were still gone and did volunteer face painting. It’s a very happy place there. Does Eugene have a pride festival? I don’t remember ever seeing one. Alas. Where are you? I wonder what you are doing so often. You might be having lunch as I write this, you might be sitting outside, you might be out on errands with Mom. I know where I am everyday; I never know where you are. I see a girl who looks like you at work sometimes. It’s always a little sad.
Something more cheerful: the Barbie movie is coming out soon. It looks like the funnest thing in the world. Mom made piroshkis last night, which were very good. My friend got me into a band, I am working on a painting. There are still nice things. Here’s something that reminded me of writing to you, and how it can feel repetitive.
I love you. Perhaps I’ll have something more fun to talk about next week.
With love,
Alice