In the quiet, cool air-conditioned space, I’m squirreled away at my desk in the closet, trying to write. The image of our communal patio, with its newly hung lights and the sound of family playing the board game Seven Wonders outside, tempts me. Seconds later, I give in. Now, I’m perched on the newly assembled L-shaped patio couch, and in an hour (after everyone’s left), I’ll take my 6 PM PST/9 PM EST counseling session from here.
Can you believe it? The Golden Bachelor is back—this time as Bachelorette, and I’m so pumped! I’d much rather watch 70-somethings fall in love than 20-somethings. There’s something about watching them bond and break free from beliefs like, “My life is over,” or “I’m not sexy anymore.” Seeing them realize it’s all nonsense makes me love it even more.
I’ll do another finale recap, just like last season, whether you like it or not.
Earlier, I told Dave my favorite and least favorite things about the new house. Right now, I’ve forgotten my favorite thing, but let me tell you about the little piss-ants crawling everywhere. Even after I mopped an area, those assholes are still marching in circles. But for what?
I remember this problem at our old house. Was it magnesium? No, wait—Borax. As guilty as I felt tucking that white powder, sugar, and water mixture into a kitchen corner, I’d declared war. And in war, I’m a take-no-prisoners kind of gal.
I’ll add Borax to the list—along with mixing bowls, a door wreath holder, a colander, and a fireplace screen. If I order from Amazon, I’ll have it by Friday and can get that cute mushroom fall wreath up on the front door.
I need to get going. 5:30 AM comes too fast, and I’ve got an early doctor’s appointment. I’ll catch you tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 