It’s the last day of July now. It went very quickly in my mind. I’ve finished the last of the Jane Austen novels I haven’t read — Mansfield Park and Sense and Sensibility — and read The Haunting of Hill House. All quite good. I think Mansfield Park is my favorite Austen book. I relate a lot to Fanny Price, especially where relationships with Mom are concerned.
Emily’s coming over tonight and tomorrow. She should be here in a few hours. Mom went to Idaho last week and got back on Saturday. Did not mention because I don’t want to broadcast being home alone to the wide internet. I had a nice time by myself. I find it peaceful.
Mom and Aaron have the sperm donation documentary playing on Vashon sometime in the next few weeks. I refuse to go despite Mom’s attempts, which have revived since Marcia and Emily are coming to Vashon to watch. Pray for me while I am distressed so. She never lets me say no. That’s why we went to France and Ireland, it’s why we went to Costa Rica, and it’s why I was on television all those years ago, and they were all miserable. I’m sick of not being allowed to say no. At least Emily understands.
I love you Soren. Work is well. I hope you are well. I always hope you are well.
With love,
Alice