Writing is an accountability. It’s like homework that often feels good after you do it, never before. That’s not altogether true. Often during the day, I think fondly about what I want to write, especially after seeing something fun. Like the 80-plus-year-old man playing the accordion with his band mates.
It was Pride Fest in Friday Harbor, which made for some good food and sights.
Sitting on a bench overlooking the marina was the highlight of the day. The quieter, calm end to a day of walking, sightseeing, eating, and festivities was very welcomed.
As is lying on the bed. Dave on his phone, me on mine, where we have went an hour without saying anything. We’re talking now, though; those seventy-five recessed lights aren’t going to buy themselves. Speaking of that, we’ve done a decent job of buying lights. Our task from the builder is to buy all the lights the house will need. You and I might not think that’s much, but it is. From recessed lighting to hallway lighting to chandeliers to pendant lights. My favorite one we’ve bought is a glossy wood fan for our bedroom and the bubble chandelier above the bathtub.
Can I go yet?
Six paragraphs are enough. Yes, you can go.
Yippee!
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 