Did you know I sold timeshares? Wrapping doodoo up in pretty bows to sell to people who couldn’t afford it in the first place was by far the most horrible job I’ve ever had.
The only redeeming quality was the mounted bell at the upper corner of a whiteboard in the office. Any sale above a certain amount meant the seller was handed a stuffed animal to throw across the room to ring the bell. Quite the highlight, huh?
That’s the time period I also drove drunk, blew triple over the legal blood alcohol limit, and told the police officer, “I drive drunk all the time. I’m so glad I finally got caught.”
As you might imagine, I was desperate for help. But did I get it? Nope. That took a few more years.
I sat out with the new ducklings earlier and hand-fed them worms and took their photo.
I guess what I’m saying is today I appreciate the simpler things.
Like a barbecue with friends on their patio overlooking Lake Tapps this evening. Kebabs with chicken, onion, and red, orange, and yellow peppers, with crispy smashed potatoes, sourdough bread, and salad to be exact. Then a walk to the neighborhood playground with Evelyn being pulled with our friend’s daughter in a Radio Flyer wagon, as Dave and I offloaded eight Danielle Steele novels in a Little Free Library.
Last but not least, my detective cap is on. When we arrived home tonight the older female duck was on the outside of the enclosed area, even though the gate was closed. Did she fly, or jump off of the coffee table? Or is it something else entirely? To be continued…
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 