I’ve been cleaning out my inbox. I used to keep it spartan. Then it filled up with emails I hadn’t dealt with.
A certain friend emailed me a ton, and I emailed him back a ton but slightly less. I had all these emails from him with unanswered questions from the previous year.
So I went through and read them, taking notes, then archiving them. And I wrote him an interesting, varied six-page letter on pink paper, answering all the questions. It’s a good letter. I showed it to Ming too.
Then I did it again the next day, but the second letter was only four pages. It included a description of Santa Barbara that I was proud of. I read it aloud to Ming and Mom. Ming liked it.
“I left out the part about running into a surfer on the hiking trail, with his sandy-brown long hair, wearing shorts and Tevas, with his golden retriever on a leash,” I said.
Then we talked about Tevas. I went to their website–they still exist. I kind of always wanted some.
I also want this book Celestial Wisdom which talks about life at all the different ages by Z Budapest. But how many unread books do I have?
I also want a weighted blanket. There’s a blanket Mom made so thick and heavy it’s like that. Comforting.
This old lady I knew much of my life died. She was a teacher at Mom’s previous preschool and then worked as a substitute. “I think she didn’t have a mean bone in her body,” Mom says. “How many people can you say that about?”
RIP Ester Keough!
