Over the past few months I’ve found myself reading biographies on people that lived well before modern times. One of the things that struck me as particularly interesting was the way writers went about gathering information on their subjects. There were no TV interviews to watch, no documents left behind on the internet, and no living relatives to interview. The best way to learn about the subjects was through the letters they left behind.
Because fame is right around the corner for me and biographies on my life will be in great demand 100 years from now, I thought that leaving behind a trail of letters (digital though they may be) sounded like a great idea. In my opinion, letters are the most illuminating form of communication we have and the idea of experimenting with that was too intriguing to pass over. My younger sister, Lauren, will be participating in an ongoing letter share with me. Where it goes and what we learn about one another I have no idea. Follow along and find out with us.
Sorry I didn’t get a letter to you Thursday. It’s just that yesterday was Deana’s birthday and with everything going on I wanted to make sure I spent as much time celebrating her birthday as I could. It’s definitely been a crappy week, but I’m just trying to enjoy whatever good minutes I have left with my pup. Even though it’s only temporary, the medicine they gave him seems to be working and he’s been eating and energetic enough to go on walks. But that’s about as much as I want to get into right now. There will be a time later when I’ll talk about everything in more detail. I’m glad your Zobot was okay after she got out of the yard yesterday. That feeling is one of the worst — especially when you aren’t there to see which direction they headed.
You surprised me when you told me Nolie Olie Olie wanted to be the Cat in the Hat for Halloween. He’s so into dinosaurs and superheroes I would never have guessed he’d go that route. Is there a TV show or something that he watches? Does Emma read him the books? How did Emma come up with the idea to be a leopard? I don’t remember caring one way or the other what I was for Halloween as a kid. It always seemed like I just grabbed old clothes and a mask and called it a day. Although, now that I think about it I do remember wanting to be a “punk rocker” in second grade. Mom bought me these clip-on skeleton earrings to wear that I thought were cool as can be. They really went well with my mullet. I was like a 45 lb Billy Idol.
Are you and the kids doing anything fun this weekend? I think I’m just going to hang out with Beans and watch football. Maybe do a little shopping with Deana. Nothing exciting, but most of the time that’s just fine by me.
I love you,