Maybe I’m going through a transition, much like the phases of the moon. It feels like a part of me is dying to make way for something new. That might be why I’m feeling a bit out of sorts, and my mind is as restless as a hummingbird’s flit from flower to flower.
Interestingly, whenever I go on vacation, my house seems to reach a whole new level of cleanliness. Even the rarely used bathroom downstairs shines like it’s never seen before. It’s amusing to watch my daughter, Evelyn, twirl around in delight, exclaiming, “Oh Mom, so so clean.”
Speaking of twirling bodies, we had a “yoo-a yoo-a” dance-off tonight. Evelyn forgot the term “hula hoop,” making it even more fun as she tried to repeat her adorable word.
I’ve always loved hula hooping ever since I was a child. I remember sitting in an audience with kids older than me, competing to see who could hula the longest. That experience planted a seed in my mind—I vowed to be in and win a hula hooping competition. I practiced diligently and became quite skilled, but to my surprise, I haven’t come across any hula hooping competitions since that day in the 1980s.
Recently, I got captivated by videos of commercial carpet cleaners that cost a staggering $6,000. I find myself mesmerized by their ability to transform upholstery and reveal the once clear water turned black. Perhaps, after retiring from counseling, I could start a late-stage life plan of carpet cleaning.
Now, it’s only 9:19 pm, but bedtime sounds like a welcoming next step. Wishing you all a good night.
Love, Jaclynn
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