I’m not one hundred percent sure who just drove past and honked. The small truck with two passengers was hauling a lawn mower on a trailer, moving too fast for me to catch a face. I’m at one of my new favorite spots: the eight-foot-wide (give or take) entrance at the top of the stairs leading to my front door. From here, I’m courtside to a Lakers game—except it’s these tiny birds flitting and racing from tree to tree all around the house.
I’m also eyeing the branches, wondering which one’s strong enough to hold a swing. The one directly in front of me is definitely out, with a rip in the sleeve of its armpit-like limb. There’s another stronger candidate, but a forward swing would take it right over the driveway.
I’m glad I moved the watercolor pens and blank postcards into my Amazon cart and purchased them. Creating unique, tailored cards for friends and family is the draw. I feel confident, thanks to Andrea.Nelson.art’s Instagram, who will soon be teaching me how to make simple yet satisfying pictures.
Without the dumpster the size of a semi-truck in our yard, a pile of cardboard boxes grows in the dining room. I say dining room, but it’s a music room with Dave’s piano, my guitar, the record player and vinyl records, a karimba, and more. Music is a sought-after commodity in our house, especially considering five rooms—two bedrooms, the office, the living room, and the kitchen—that have speakers. I almost forgot about the AM/FM radio posted on the back porch that I plan to move into the guest room.
The guest room has no furniture yet besides the bed. With my parents visiting in one month, I plan to find some seating and nightstands with lamps for them.
I said in yesterday’s post I’d finish unpacking, and even though it took practically the whole day, I did it. I’m sure when Dave and Evelyn return on Monday, they’ll be impressed by how organized and tidy each space is.
Dang, it got late. I drove next door to Marias to watch Bad Boys 4, and now it’s midnight. I better close my eyes and get some rest. See you tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
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