Paula, my confidant in house building, overwhelms me. I’ve told her so; she’s tried to improve but fails. At this point, it’s funny. In response to the link to the oven my builder sent and wanting her feedback, I got this text reply: “Since the cabinets are in the works, he needs to know about appliances. Also, hood, fridge, dishwasher too. And will the microwave go in the pantry? Does he know you want a beverage center? Weren’t you thinking of putting in an under-counter fridge too? My goal is not to stress you out. So, apology for laying all that out! Love you.”
She threw in the not-quite-smile, not-quite-frown emoji after the “out!” with a kissy face. Which must make everything okay, right?
Right. Because that’s how she works, I either rage against the machine or accept her and all her lovable quirkiness.
Feeling a little off after my text to Chuck that Rocky bit Archie, I was happy with my follow-up today: “How many more friends of yours do I need to counsel to get you to scrape the driveway with your backhoe?” Within minutes, he responded, “I can get it in shape for you.” Then I told him I loved him, and he said, “I love you more.”
Cars, trucks, and SUVs numbering in the double digits throughout the day piled into our driveway. A guessing game of what item the person was there to pick up ensued. I lost. But won, because now we’re very close to the end of decluttering.
Dave handed me a push broom and a long-armed squeegee to knock off the moss atop our garage’s roof. As I brushed, Dave’s sister Cathy told me, “When you move to Georgia, you won’t have to do that.” After she learned that moss is a common friend of roofs in the PNW, requiring moss killer and maintenance, she offered up a sweet taste of my future.
I want to do yoga again. In my mind, I need a special, dedicated space fitted with plants, a mirror, inspiring pictures, and decor. But is that actually true? Often, I set my expectations higher than necessary, which is a barrier to my doing the thing. You know, I could bring my mat to work with me and do it there.
I’m feeling my face, and it’s smooth. Like my newly polished dentist teeth. Last week when a liquid makeup wouldn’t rub in well, I googled solutions. The main tip was to exfoliate and moisturize, which I’ve taken and run with. So daily, I’m using a scrub, then either putting on a moisturizer or this oil I used on my stomach when pregnant with Evelyn to avoid stretch marks. Which I never got and is either a testament to my genes or the oil.
Dave and I are in our headphones. He’s playing Switch, likely listening to the game, and I’m listening to YouTube Music. After hearing a DJ remix, I liked, I’m on a search for more free-flowing music with a good beat and something to write, drive, or possibly even do yoga to.
Well, I think that does it for me. I hope you had a lovely weekend.
Take care.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 