Good morning, Taylor

Today’s breakfast is a banana. That’s it. When I did all the math for food, it looked like I needed to eat a bunch of eggs to bring up the calories without bringing up the sugar. But I decided I’m not going to do that. Its too much food for me and I feel so full with the numbers she gave me to get to. So I’m going to eat just what I want and make sure the sugar numbers stay in the green. As long as its healthy, I’ll just eat what I want without making the sugar go low or high.

Also, I’m kind of mad at Ragdoll. When she woke up there was snow on the ground everywhere. So she got up, checked all her messages and took a shower. But by the time she did all that there was almost nothing left. Just a few little spots of white. I really wanted to see snow. I wanted to see the night festival last night, too, and she was going to let me out, but started talking to the people at the festival. That’s really important to her, but it was frustrating to me because she almost let me out, then decided she couldn’t.

But she did cancel an appointment today and gave me the day she’d put aside, so I can’t be too too mad. She wants me to have as much time as I can before she goes on her trip, because I might not be able to come out much. So I’ll make the best of it today and the time I have. But I’m going to be her poltergeist and do something to show her I’m a little upset about the snow.

This will probably be a short letter today. I talked so much yesterday, and I haven’t done a lot since then. Maybe I’ll keep my thoughts here until I know you’ve woken up and then close off the letter. Or the coffee is done. Whichever comes first.

I did some writing yesterday. I left Ragdoll a note to shut her phones alarms off because they keep going off. It makes her try to take over. But also while I was walking around Issaquah, I opened a mailbox that said there was magic inside. And it was an art project about writing letters. I took one and wrote a LOT. Ragdoll looked it over to make sure there was nothing there that would put us in trouble, and sent it off last night. While I couldn’t put my home address, she did say the website and email were okay. More connections. 🙂

Okay, its too cold for me on the deck, but that’s okay, the banana is done. The coffee isn’t though. And there’s no snow. That makes for a sad angel. At least the sun came out.

There’s an open box on the desk addressed to Ragdoll, with an address from someone I didn’t recognize. The memory came to me that this was her former boyfriend from years ago who she’s still friends with. And I recognized him as Green Mage from my story. She based him on that person. I miss Green Mage. He was my fiance, and when he died in his story he went away. But in a way, he’s still alive out there somewhere in this world, which warms my heart. I hope he’s well, for Green Mage’s sake.

If Didi and you are right, everyone in the Backwoods are real and they just don’t know it. If he’s gone, he didn’t just go away. He died. That’s a tough thought. The others don’t seem to care, though. They see it as part of their job. I wish I could make them see. But at the same time I don’t.

I’ve decided I like music in the same way Ragdoll likes movies. I always have some running in the background now. Her tastes are weird, but I can find good stuff in there sometimes. There’s very little I don’t like in her collection. Mostly a lot that’s just background noise. But sometimes I find stuff that makes me stop and listen. Right now those are Luscious Jackson and the Eurythmics. She has a lot of older music, but sometimes newer music creeps in. I think I’ll put them on right now.

I have all the windows open, but the lights are on, too. I need to add the light controls to my phone. I wonder if I can do that. Having the phone seems a thing everyone has to have. I’m glad you convinced Ragdoll to give me my own phone. And I got the lights working!

I really wish she would clean up her mess in the living room. It’s hard to get around in there. I’d do it, but I don’t know where everything goes. There’s a problem with the TV too, but I’ll just leave her a note to fix it. She can do one or the other and I’ll be happy.

I’ve been watching Ragdoll edit my letters. She’s doing a good job making me sound better, but she’s said that I don’t need a lot of editing. When she gave me the advice to just type what you think, it really worked. I don’t think I sound like I’m a little kid anymore. She mostly edits for safety she said. I’m still not the writer she is, but its nice to know I’m a better writer than I thought I was. I forget that I may not be a writer, but I am a storyteller.

I hope you’re doing well. You’ve been kind of quiet lately. I know things aren’t going too well, and you’ve got a lot to deal with.

My coffee is over and I also don’t think I can write short letters.

–Andrea