Texts and calls all day long – that’s been the theme. Our neighbor is pretty stoked about Dave and me, as he’s hosting his pals at the cabin tomorrow. And he’s got a fishy situation – pun intended – on his hands, as over a hundred belly up fish are on the shores of our lake post weed treatment. Naturally, he’s keen on hashing that out with us, and getting our opinion on the matter. And while investigating the lake, he bumped into our friend and trusty house sitter right at the intersection of our properties, leading to him thrusting his recent salmon catches on him.
I’ll admit, I’m digging this tangled web of connections.
Even when I’m having this awesome night I’m Port Royal, South Carolina with Dave, vibing to some live tunes from a sweet electric guitar, singer, and a funky bassist, we had to hit pause. Our grilled grouper and epic mashed potatoes got neglected as our phones lit up simultaneously – a tag team of calls from both the neighbor and the house sitter.
Switching gears, I delved back into a conversation with a client caught up in paranoid delusions. These pesky persecutory thoughts, where he’s convinced others are out to get him, set off my concern alarms. I laid it out straight, “Feeling like someone’s after you and protecting yourself can lead down a not-so-great path, like ending up in a psych facility or the slammer.” We dove into the nitty-gritty – weighing the risks, the potential consequences, and gauging his safety. Thankfully, he seemed to have a grip on things and is open to an anti-anxiety prescription, fingers crossed it brings him some much-needed zen.
So, here’s the scoop – maybe this is my vacay groove. An existence where my responsibilities are just a text or call away, and despite the temptation to ghost them, I bite the bullet. It’s the responsible adult in me, I guess.
The wild “whatever, Jaclynn” attitude from way back when? Yeah, that’s ancient history.
Now, let’s talk about our digs. This AirBnb steal at $40 a pop is living up to its reputation. Think creaky, borderline treacherous floorboards, door frame trim that’s seen better days, and tiles pretending they’re laid flat on a decaying floor. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the mind-bending wall prints – local sights and adorable baby ducks in full display mode. Skeptical? Feast your eyes!
Sure, it’s rough around the edges, but it’s budget-friendly, and here’s the kicker – the AC is on full blast, a godsend in this weather that’s basically at war with humanity. Case in point: earlier, what was meant to be a leisurely stroll turned into a spontaneous ocean plunge – all clothes included. Survival mode, am I right?
So, as Day 1 of my 11-day escapade winds down, I’m sporting a content grin. Managed to squeeze in a quick stop at the ruins of a 1775 church, caught a stunning sunset, and indulged in some oysters. In my playbook, that’s a solid win. As for Day 2? Well, let’s just say I’m stoked to see where the adventure takes me.
Catch you later and take care.
With love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 