Hi! It’s me! Lily!!!

I’m feeling lots better today!!! I still hurt a little but I can walk pretty well and even went down the stairs without help!  (though I took it really slow).  Yay!!!

Liz’s recital is this weekend, so we’re practicing that a lot.  I can sit on a piano and use the pedal, so I’m alright.  I might not be able to fit into my high heels, but Liz says she doesn’t care about that, and I can go out barefoot for all she cares.  I won’t do that, but some sensible shoes probably aren’t a horrible idea.  Liz already talked to her teacher to make sure she knows, so everyone’s fine.  We’re not doing too difficult a piece (for me, anyway), so everything’s good. Liz is just happy to be able to play with me.

When she became my best friend, neither of us knew I could play.  She always secretly wanted a friend she could play with, but that never worked out.  And then we went to Orlando, and I found out I could play piano!!!  She was secretly (though not so secret now because she told me later) really happy about that.  I guess I understand.  There’s something intimate about playing music with or for someone.  I hope maybe someday Jack learns how to play an instrument (he was in his band in high school but he never really broke out, he was always comfortable just playing second trombone in brass section).  I won’t love him any less if he doesn’t, but still.  It would be nice to be able to play with him.

Well, in other ways.  BLUSH

Anyway…

Ever get that feeling that something big’s about to happen but you don’t know what, when, or why?  Maybe it’s this passport that’s always between my floppy bits – I feel it all the time and it always reminds me something weird’s going on.  Why would I be able to enter, say, Japan without having to check in with customs?  It’s not like I’m going to hop a dingy and boat twelve thousand miles and end up washing up on Enoshima…

Right?

Right?

I hope not.  That’d be weird even for me.

But there’s gotta be a reason Mrs. X got me that passport.  It’s a lot of trust, both by her, but by the US and whatever governments I end up showing this passport to.  I mean, I guess I could smuggle stuff.  I won’t, but I could.  What’d stop me until they found out? 

Again… I won’t.  I WON’T.  I know you read this Mrs. X!!!

That reminds me, I found out what “Budgie Smuggler” means in Australian lately.  Hahaha!!!

I guess I should go.  We practiced a lot and I should get some sleep.

Love you all!!! ❤️