Re: Baskin/Robbins
[And Baskin's version of it, in kind:]
I thought you might appreciate a little sparkle. Did you open the envelope and get it everywhere, or just observe the fun from the outside looking in?
I think every person is at least a little bit of an artist. Your art could be baking, or doing cartwheels. Taxidermy?
(You could call them 'authority issues', if you like; not just particularly to do with father figures.)
I guess that includes letting yourself be who you are, huh? Kinda hard to bail on yourself without it being a more permanent sort of thing. And yes, my instincts are to bail. Or they used to be. I don't think I know anymore, Robbins.
Will you tell me one your fears to distract from my own? I'd like you to feel as if you have someone here for you, on the other end of these postcards. It's so easy to become unmoored without a someone. You're probably right about the ice cream. I picked myself up a pint of Cookie Dough, okay?
If I'm drowning, I think it's in slow motion. One bubble of air at a time.