I shall be so happy when you graduate this year. It doesn’t seem possible that this group I knew so well has already grown up sufficiently to be going to high school.
I hear that you are going away to school in the new term —that is exciting and I am sure you will enjoy it tremendously. You have always been one of my special people, Ken, dependable and level headed with a great capacity for work.
I’ve been meaning to thank you for the card about reading novels. There is, unfortunately a tragic ironic twist reconnected with that card: I no longer have time to read. And boy do I miss it. I’ve only just reincorporated exercise into my life—and novels are next, but I must wait for Henry’s next steps toward independence (or just longer sleeps).Yeah snail mail!
Jim is making me read some pop-psyche book on marriage, which, to my surprise is good—only because it re-affirms what I already know. Although I’ve only read the first 10 pages, I think his premise is simply that friendship and respect count more than conflict resolution, active listening or sex etc.
Talk to you more about it when I talk to you. We’re still working towards an Ontario move this summer.