Brave Little Gerda Faces the Icy Game of Reason

[Rita]

DnJ, you are one good cheerer-upper. Your words, as usual, meant so much to me, brought a smile, a tear, a sigh of relief. I especially liked your offering another letter I could believe more.

And also you are spot on with your psychoanalysis of the projection. I have had this really uncomfortable feeling since 2013 that H thinks I am his mom and is finally getting the chance to tell her a piece of his mind and show her what he is made of. I am a very small brunette with no accent and his mom is a very overweight blond lady with a thick accent, and clearly our personalities could not be more different, but there is no way to break through the rather thick MLC eyeglasses to wave, "Wait! It's me! Don't shoot!"

I think for that long letter you deserve a fresh plate of nananananaiiimmooooooo bars, and I am almost done with the rentable side of the apartment job (on the other side of the wall it is mayhem), so I hope to bake some this weekend in time for a visit from my dad (Father's Day here in ye olde States). I will leave some on the mantle for you. With coffee, not tea, I promise. And a jug of extra-fat half and half -- whole and whole?

I am in a better place, as you can probably tell. But simmering under is all the rest, so I will read your letter a couple hundred times.