“You’ll never get eaten by an alligator,” I reassured Evelyn as her fear of the toothy, snouted swimmer took hold of her imagination. It seemed I had managed to provide some comfort because she responded with a heartfelt, “Thank you, Mommy.”
Our attention then shifted to the world of baseball, where the Mariners were dominating the game with an impressive 8-0 lead as they entered the top of the seventh inning. Two more victories would secure their spot in the playoffs. As a lifelong Mariners fan, I couldn’t help but temper my optimism, fully aware of the team’s history.
Earlier, we spent some quality time at Grandma and Papas’ place, enjoying a delicious lasagna dinner, a friendly game of toy bowling (with Evelyn managing to score a strike), and discussions about our upcoming plans to move to Georgia. “Augusta is close!” I told my Dad, who’s an avid golfer. I mean, it’s not that close, but two hours and forty minutes is MUCH closer than where he’s at now.
On the road home, we encountered a scene with five police cars, their lights piercing the darkness, illuminating a handcuffed individual. I couldn’t help but wonder about the circumstances, but my fleeting curiosity was interrupted by the freeway.
Amidst these moments, Evelyn curiously asked me about my fears. I shared with her, “Sinkholes, existential crises, losing you.” Her young mind may not have grasped the depth of my concerns, but she didn’t press for further explanation either.
The weekend will be a whirlwind of activities, including my Grandma’s funeral, a delightful breakfast date with my beverage innovator friend from Starbucks, and the task of replacing the boards on the back deck’s ceiling. If time allows, I might even tackle the sanding of the deck railings, which I previously treated with wood epoxy earlier today.
As much as I’d love to delve deeper into these experiences, time is a scarce commodity at the moment. For now, I bid you goodnight!
With love, Jaclynn
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