Sorry, I’ve been so busy helping Mama in the cafe and catching up with everyone, I've hardly have time to keep up with my e-mail!! I know I promised to keep in touch, and I will, once things settle down. Since there's a herd of you to write I set up this blog, and I promise I'll try to post a little every day, even if it's just an article from the Gazette. In the meantime bear with me!
I know you said you can't go home again, but I wish you could have come home too - I didn’t realize how much I’d missed being here, talking with mama, looking out the window and seeing the boats and floathouses bobbing around in the water, watching the shark fins circle in the Inlet. It’s like I can really relax for the first time in years.
Not a lot has changed - I swear this place is in some kind of time warp. Everyone we knew as girls is about the same as they always were - except now that the fish are just about gone, and logging old-growth forests is politically incorrect everyone is desperate to find a way to put Funky on the map and make some money from it.
Crackpot is still prowling the floor of the inlet looking for treasure, Mad Jack’s still flying (at 92!), and Ling Wong is still up to his old tricks. He pinched my bottom yesterday while I was pouring tea for him, and then he grinned so hard his I swear his teeth squeaked.
His Honour Peter J. Pecksniff is still plotting to move up the political ladder (God help us!), and Sister Anne and Reverend Oral Ardent Shameless still argue the finer points of theology over a pitcher of Molson’s every Saturday night.
Funky's always been in its own little world - and I don’t want it to change. Just as badly as everyone here wants the world on their doorstep I want things to stay the same - just like the day we arrived. We changed Funky, just by being here, and I’d like to think we changed it for the better ... but there I go getting sentimental again...
Keep in touch kid, you know my e-mail address! Mama sends her love.
Love,
Cuzzin Zelda
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