Utterly Cluttery

I am sitting here and watching the fog. Its thick dampness hangs in the air like a heavy quilt. It reminds me of a patchwork from long ago; on it, my Grandma had hand-sewn all her grandkids’ names and birth years. How I loved sleeping in the guest room under that thing!

Speaking of Grandma, this is the first year she didn’t call on my birthday and sing to me. I didn’t realize it until a couple of days ago, and when I did, it felt bittersweet, something I knew one day would come but never wanted to. 

So an email just came in from Grammarly. I learned that it detects the “tone” of my writing. Uh oh, there were new tones detected this week. They are – ***drumroll please*** – Disapproving and Gloomy. Wa wa wa waa. 

Also, from last week, Confidence is down 6%, but Optimism and Friendly are up 4%. So…I guess there’s that.

Receiving that feedback almost compelled me to jump up and cheerlead myself to a more positive outlook. But then I thought, really, Jaclynn? You’re just fine as a cynic, stick in the mud and I’ll still love you regardless.

And remember how I told you I’d tackle that horrid closet area yesterday? Well, I did. And I feel more miserable than I expected. There’s just so much stuff, and I don’t know how I’m going to keep my sanity in meantime.

I showed a Mom friend the space earlier today, prior to cleaning it out, and she saw possibilities even in all the chaos. So hopefully -someday- I will too. But today, tomorrow, and likely the next few are not that.

While I’m on the topic of venting, I’m so over our 18-year-old dog and Evelyn peeing in places they’re not supposed to be. I told Dave, “When I’m having a not-so-good day in the future, remind me that no longer are we dealing with pee one everything.” He told me ok.

I’d be better off. I need to get back to my extra-cheese pizza of a book. Take care.

Love, 

Jaclynn