Isle of Remote

I went home for Easter and it was fun. A full house. My uncle, “stepbrother” and his daughter. It’s strange that my mom’s house is that big for all of us. Aren’t parents supposed to downsize as they get older? At this rate, my mom will be living in a mansion at age 80.

The weather has been rough on the Isle this month. Lots of changes. Old friends have returned and new ones have dropped off the map. It’s hard to keep up. My friend (the one who married the guy I don’t like) has been calling regularly. I think she is very depressed. They have moved to a remote area and I think she’s having trouble making friends.

From what I can gather from our conversations, he doesn’t want to really spend time with her, but he doesn’t want her to spend time with her friends either. Plus he’s out of work and is just lazing around, putting applications in online. No networking, no pavement pounding. No taking jobs he considers beneath him. And he’s been out of work for nearly a year.

So I think her depression has grown to the point that she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. She’s talking about coming to visit me, but we’ll see if that actually happens.

I’ve been doing a lot of writing and a lot of reading about writing. I’ve got an idea for a novel that I’m fleshing out but I don’t know quite how to go about making it happen.

Yikes, my lunch hour is nearly over - I better run. Talk atcha later!