I will write on the Fourth of July, although that holiday is a little more boring and controversial than the others. Do you see the fireworks every year? I remember one year when we went hiking up that forested hill in Eugene to that one lookout, the name of which I don’t remember. It was cold that night, so we both huddled up in a blanket mom brought. I don’t remember what year it was, then, unfortunately. Do you remember that night? I wonder what memories have escaped me but you still have. It’d be interesting to compare.
The cats hate each other just as much as ever. The boys fight each other sometimes, too, which is unfortunate. Siblings ought to love one another! Pearl hates the boys. The boys do not know what hissing is and remain blissfully unaware. I wake up at 4 AM to hear relentless growling almost every single night. So is the life of having three cats. I have to lock them out often because they won’t settle down! I’m sure Puddles was never this much trouble, despite his (her?) infinite array of medical problems. Poor soul.
How has summer fared for you? Did you survive the heat wave? I hope you had lots of AC. My fan seemed to make the heat worse at times. I dislike global warming. The northwest is not a place for Arizonan temperatures. Alas..
My job at the summer camp is not very bad so far, although it gets pretty hot indoors. I don’t like standing up for so long either. Again, I recommend a job like babysitting where you don’t have to stand up for too long at a time.
I miss you everyday. At times I feel exactly the same or infinitely changed from myself before it happened. I know not which is the truth, only that I miss it hopelessly. I hope you have had the illusion of normalcy, physically or mentally.
With love,
Alice