How are you holding up back home? It’s been raining a bit, which has been somewhat refreshing. My memory is shot lately, so I will have to try hard to find something interesting to tell you about. But what have you been doing?
I am going to stay at a friend’s house over the weekend, which should be interesting at the least. We’re going to watch Coraline and go shopping. Her family is related to a famous polar explorer, Ernest Shackleton, which they have some books about and I’ll get to look at (I discovered the guy watching a bunch of YouTube documentaries about the Franklin expedition). So I’m rather excited about that!
Mom’s birthday is coming up. I won’t tell what I got her (in case she reads these, I don’t think she does?), but I got it last December while Christmas shopping, which made the whole course go smoothly (sending packages back and forth is a veritable nightmare). I wonder how you think of her on these days. I wonder what Mom’s said about her — it’s something bad, from what I’ve managed to peek at. Mom said something about you being at kidnapping risk on a fifth grade school trip? If I remember correctly? I don’t know what to think about it. Do you think she kidnapped me? Could that be what Mom said? I hope someday I’ll know everything. I’m not sure I ever will. At least you have everything on this website and the Flickr.
Yesterday I wandered around a grocery store here. Did you know they still sell flip phones? Sometimes it feels like this country is years behind us. At least we have the internet. I miss you. I can’t wait to be slightly closer to you again on spring break.
With love,
Alice
P.S. Francis Crozier ended his letters to James Clark Ross with “Believe me ever yours.” I relate to the sentiment, but I would not rip him off. Take it for truth in the postscript, instead.