John,
You asked as soon as we were walking down the hall after we left Kris’s apartment and you
asked me again just as you were going to leave once my mom and dad got home if I had a good time
when we saw Kris. And I did have a good time, but I will always say that I I’d like it better if
Carol were the person who takes me to see Kris. Kris doesn’t know that I haven’t watched any
movies for a long time or that I haven’t been inside a move theatre since the time when I went
with him almost ten years ago to see
“Muppets from Space,”
and he also doesn’t know that he won’t get an immediate answer if he asks me a question that
would put me on the spot like if he invites me to go bowling with him for example. I think that
Carol would’ve known to not share anything with him that I want to keep confidential. And after
I told you before that neither Mac or Kris know I haven’t watched movies for a long time, I
thought that you said you would never discuss
it with anyone outside of the professionals who support me.
When you asked Kris if he had heard from Mac lately, he said that he hasn’t talked to him
since my birthday dinner last year. For your information, Mac and Kris don’t keep in touch. Mac
has other friends who Kris doesn’t know and Kris also has other friends too, the two of them
only see each other when they’re around me. I met Kris when I lived in Whalley and I didn’t meet
Mac until I got to High School, I didn’t start High School until after we moved to South Surrey.
The two would’ve never met each other if it wasn’t for me.
And you didn’t remember how Kris got hurt and you thought that maybe it happened in the
parking lot just outside his apartment. I told you everything in the E-mail I sent you on Friday
Apr.10,2009 and then I think my dad phoned you the next day to make sure you got that E-mail,
Kris was crossing a driveway near where he works when a car came
zooming out of the driveway and hit him. The lady who was driving the
car had been talking on her cell phone.
And I wish that Larry wouldn’t have phoned here on Friday afternoon when I was just about
ready to ask my mom to come look at the E-mail I had typed up for you before I sent it, I didn’t
want to take more time to rewrite/rearrange the message that I was almost finished writing in
order to accommodate the information that Larry had just given us. A lot has been happening l
ately and I already had enough things to tell you about before I first started writing your
message, I didn’t want to feel rushed by trying to include more. This is another reason why I’d
prefer if Carol was still my worker, because she wouldn’t be working with me on Tuesdays
therefore mom and I could keep our plans for tomorrow and we wouldn’t have had to worry about
telling Larry that we’ve decided to cancel for tomorrow anyway so that mom and I can be out of
the house before 11:30 AM. I still think that Carol would’ve worked better for me because
whenever she couldn’t see me on a Sunday, she was always able to reschedule for either the day
before or the day after. She never liked to miss a session with me until the time when our
relationship had ended. Larry can’t come here earlier than 1PM on Tuesdays because he told me
that he works somewhere else in North Surrey before he sees me.
Also when I was in the middle of writing my E-mail last Friday afternoon (afternoon of
Friday the 15th), my mom had walked over to get the mail and when she got back she told me that
she saw a note on the mailbox that said “lost, yellow budgie.” She then said that she hopes Izzy
hasn’t been chasing it
Speaking about budgies, I didn’t tell you yet about the bird that my grandma got back in
March of this year. When my dad talked to her on the phone a little more than two months ago in
the evening of Friday March 13th, she told him that they got a new parakeet. It only had a small
cage to start with, I remember that they got a bigger cage for it not long after they got the
bird. My grandpa pulled the bird a bit too hard when they tried to get it to go from the small
cage into the bigger one so it lost some of its tail feathers. And my dad already saw the bird,
but obviously neither my mom or me have saw it. I haven’t gone out there for at least five years
and you know that I’ll probably never see it. That’s also okay because I’m more interested in
cats, dogs, and fish. I don’t really care too much for birds and I would never want to have one
myself for a pet, I couldn’t put up with having a bird around 100% of the time because sometimes
they can be noisy.
-Neil
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