I haven’t posted a letter from KT in a long time. Today’s the day.
I’d written a mass e-mail which said, in part:
Sorry I don’t even to have time to make your names invisible to one another. It’s okay: there are no icky people amongst you: no stalkers or anything.
She replied:
Well, like I kinda like to stalk. You sound like you’re in a whirlwind of activity. I imagine you’ll always be pretty busy, but at least in time, you’ll get your apartment straightened out, get unpacked, all that groovy stuff. Then maybe some minutes will be freed up. I love reading your blog. How sweet of that woman to pick you flowers. It’s like Frankenstein, except that it isn’t at all. Will you get internet eventually? It’s a chore in the country, ain’t it? I mean, there are a zillion perks to living in the wild, but we’ve become used to our amenities.
Our well has given up. C___’s won’t work nohow neither, but his is just a rusty old pipe situation. I’m not sure about ours. We’re hauling water from Bright’s spring to flush the toilets and buying bottled water to brush our teeth and do dishes and stuff. We’re a filthy lot. No showers for us. Maybe I’ll roll in the dust, like a waddie.
You know that you are missed by all your pals. To me, it’s the same as when you were in CA, except that I can smell you more distinctly (stink, get it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Here’s my invisible name . SIT sounds like a wonderful school. I’ll bet you will find many kindred spirits. Katie Kindred Spirit.
So you’re going to learn to speak Yoogli, or whatever? I know the Swahili expression for “bring beer”. I have a pamplet of “useful Swahili words”. “Take us to the game parks”, etc.
Our bunny is huge. Soon, he will rule our world and yours.
Nenda Zako,
Arlene