Bedknobs and Broomsticks

A lady and her husband passed a cart piled high with doorknobs and light bulbs at Home Depot. Seeing it, she paused and touched the items, “This used to be us.” Turning to look, I stepped toward the cart and set yet another 4-pack of 100-watt bulbs. “Oh, pardon me,” she said, obviously thinking the sky-high filled cart was a restocking one. She continued, “It’s just we replaced all the knobs and lights, and I’m glad that it’s over.” Seven hundred eighty dollars later, our new build’s exterior doors will now be lockable, protecting all the precious air conditioning from escaping through the unable-to-shut doors.

I’m asking the “Home Design and Decor” Facebook group members to pick between two drawer pulls; the one I like least is winning. Here, I’ll show you the two. Still, how I react to the poll is as important, if not more important, than the poll, right? That I feel defensive of the goldier, less modern-looking one must mean it’s my forever drawer pull.

This one has 72 votes.
This one has 124 votes.

Now that that’s out of the way, the faucet and backsplash are left to pick out in the kitchen. Having the drawer pull’s color known should make faucet picking simple.

I’m impressed with Ursula Le Guin’s book Steering the Craft. It helps me write by structuring sentences, creating clarity, and pushing me to be deliberate and forward-moving in each sentence. It’s working. For the past few days, I have studied the nuts and bolts of writing and practiced them here.

I wonder if she’ll get into editing; I could use help. Right after writing a word or two, I’ll often delete the idea without ever having allowed it to bask in the sun. Filtering and editing myself before I hear what I have to say is a problem, and the fix is I no longer get to pull on the reins.

I used to do this with my horse. I’d jump on her without a saddle or rein, give her a little kick, and allow her to roam wherever she pleased. Then my mind jumped to something else. Do people have horses in Georgia? I sure haven’t seen many, if any. I wonder if the heat is too extreme for them.

It turns out there are stables and boarding farms nearby, and yes, horses do live here. There are no dumb questions here, right? Good. As for the grass turning brown and going dormant in the winter in Georgia and not doing that in the northwest, I have found zero satisfactory answers. I’m done trying to understand the biology of it; can you research and present a cliffnote version of why when you get the time?

I’m an excellent multitasker. No, that’s not the word. Deliberator? No! The one where you give tasks to other people. It’s weird to think aloud on the page. Delegator! Doesn’t the word delegator look like the word alligator?

I’ve been writing long enough and should get onto my other nightly enjoyable task of studying Spanish. I thank you for coming here and hanging out with me. I’ll see you back this way tomorrow. Have a good one!

Love, Jaclynn

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