We’re on the topic of moving. The traditional U-Haul truck was our plan until the U-Haul pod caught my eye. I’m sick of prepping my house like it’s a luxury hotel. The high standards are a load I am sick of having. One, maybe two more days, Jaclynn, we’re on the home stretch. With an open house tomorrow and once again the day after, I’m hopeful we’ll accept a luscious offer on Monday. I need this win. A future of needing the house showroom ready is unrealistic and will make me go bonkers.
Earlier, while throwing away a napkin at my parents’, I glanced too long at the corner of their cabinet. Dust. I imagined a Q-tip with soapy water would do the trick. And then I shook it out of my head and commanded myself like a dog to leave it.
I’m hopeful this weekend’s trip to the Willner’s cabin will be just the restorative getaway I need. With 100 feet of beachfront, I’m told clamming is on the agenda. I can’t tell you the last time I had clams, and I absolutely love clams. With butter. Oh, how my mouth waters thinking of it.
An equally, if not more amazing, retreat is also in Dave and my future. Since I’ve known him, he’s talked about flying to the San Juans in a floatplane. A dream, something for the future, is how I’ve viewed it. Until today. In two weeks, we’ll board the plane at Lake Washington and make the 45-minute flight to Friday Harbor. At first, Dave was concerned about booking our stay for two nights, not knowing if there’d be enough for us to do. Little did he know my perfect getaway needed nothing. So the extra time will be perfect. For a bench sit down, a book, a walk, and good food are plenty.
Will Woody the woodpecker strike a third day in a row? Please, God, no. That little jackhammering bastard hits directly outside my bedroom, at the metal gutter. Then, even after I open the window and do my best scary quiet voice at 5 a.m., he stands his ground. The real bummer is I don’t fall back to sleep, even though I desperately need sleep. It’d do me good getting to bed early, so if he strikes again, I’ll have collected a few more Z’s.
Alright, I’ll chat with you tomorrow from the beach.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 