Encouraging email from the VCOB re: our mom:

I just wanted to let you know that I've seen and talked with Mother regularly and she hasn't really changed much lately. If you do not count the weekends immediately after her treatments, her spirits seem slightly better than they did a few months back.

I spoke with Mark tonight, and he said she described to him last night exactly how she drove the car to Wilsonville - (very slowly). There's no doubt it wasn't her best decision but it doesn't necessarily mean she's totally delusional either.

Jane and I will talk with and visit her more frequently to be sure things aren't rapidly deteriorating, because I think you both know that Brenda can be overly dramatic and pessimistic.

I'm actually...kinda down with that, right now. Hot, you said?

If you would just COME TO SEATTLE like a reasonable person, I have at least one cute guy (who is not good at long-term relationships, but is a sweetheart) that I could set you up with.

And I'm all for the thwacking. Can I thwack, too? Maybe just poke them occasionally with a parasol?

That works too. Ooh! Or occasionally thumping with a croquet mallet. Could we have a croquet team?

Oh my, Buffista Academy. I sighed out loud at the prospect.

I've been an actual guidance counselor and promise to model my performance on Allyson Janney in 10 Things I Hate About You.

Now that's a job I'd be down for.

That does sound better, Susan. It is good to see that he is keeping you well informed.

I could teach political science. OOh and history of technology.

Actually a close friend just moved to Seattle! I'm sure I'll be coming out there in the next year once she gets a house and I, er, get a job.

She works as an accountant. She's the quirkiest, most non-linear person I know (counting Buffistas, so that's sayin' something) and she's...an incredibly competent account. Always boggles the hell out of people.

I was wondering if we'd have a government type teacher. Excellent.

We can have croquet on the fairytale English garden part of the lawn. It's south of the Zen garden, where fencing is taught on nice days. Yes, Zen and fencing. Works for me.

Just imagine how fun our Halloween carnival will be!

I'd teach electronics and how to wire a capacitor to a toilet seat to give someone a welcome they won't forget.

Note to self: tower room with private bathroom with a BIG LOCK non-negotiable.

I'm sure we could probably find you an emotionally-tortured and not-very-stable hot guy to hook up with.

Not to steal the thunder from Seattle, but we have scads of these guys in SF. I have three I could throw at you right now.

I don't know that I want to teach, but I'll happily be the advisor for the senior Drama students who want to do all manner of wacky things. I'll especially advise them on how to do such things with absolutely no budget.

senior Drama students who want to do all manner of wacky things. I'll especially advise them on how to do such things with absolutely no budget.

Hee. We already have that at my school. It's called "Senior Experimentals," and it is so very cool. Drew supervised many of them when he taught theatre there.