A well-orchestrated event occurred inside and outside our three-bay garage earlier. My Dad burned brush, Dave, Paula, and I organized piles for the dump, Goodwill, and to keep while Cathy and Evelyn played on the trampoline. Looking back at everything we did (I even mopped the garage’s blue epoxy floors), I’m very impressed. Sure, there’s still moss on the roof, pressure washing to be done, painting, items needing to be donated, and cleaning to do, but with eleven days until market, I’m feeling good. Not great. But good.
We’re moving Dave’s birthday dinner to tomorrow, too. Even though it won’t be on the actual day, having his sister here and me not working will work better all around.
Can you believe it—I only have six days left in the office?! I sure can’t. Since totaling the Volt, having one car means Dave drives Evelyn and me to school, work, and back. Which, with me soon working from home, will alleviate him of the extra drives.
One thing on my mind is my text conversation with my neighbor. Since his dogs chase cars, and one recently bit Archie, I asked if he could keep his dogs inside during our open house. He agreed, but it felt a little awkward when he asked if the bite happened on his property, which I took to mean it was not his fault if it did.
I’m physically exhausted. It feels good to sit in the quiet, type, and know I did all I could do today. With still a hefty mental load, maybe tomorrow I’ll outline what I need to do in the days ahead. For sure, tomorrow is headphones-in pressure washing day
Do you need a curved computer screen, a huge canvas picture of an umbrella-covered couple, or a bookshelf? It’s these items, among others, that until I pass them on, take up residency in my house like unwanted scurrying mice. I’ll remove them and the Goodwill pile during the Dave birthday dinner errand run tomorrow.
I’m excited to have no cavities. Not only are my gums “super healthy,” but the hygienist perked up yesterday when I said I’ve been flossing twice a week. Which wasn’t entirely the truth, but it was close. The polish she used has me frequently feeling my front teeth with my tongue.
Hopefully, someday soon, I’ll be out of this do, do, do mindset. It’s hard to relax with looming dates and deadlines wherever I look. But, like I tell myself, everything I do now is one less thing I have to do later.
Alright, that does it for me. Thanks for checking in, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 