As the second night of Grandma and Grandpa’s four-night stay draws to a close, I feel grateful for their presence under our less-than-a-year-old roof. Earlier, while warming up the spinach artichoke dip for chip dipping during front porch sitting, I thought of something I wanted to tell you. Between then and now, I’ve forgotten, likely because ten thousand other things have happened. Like Evelyn getting a new bicycle, getting 16,832 steps in, and trying to fix a sprinkler head. I say “try” because we learned that we need a specialized tool to pivot the internal screw.
I have yet to see a bird at my extra nutty bird feeder. All the no-shell loot is sitting there, shell-less, exposed, and ready for consumption. What bird, in their bird-brained mind, would ever want to pass something like that up? Well, one did. I had a front-row seat watching it swoop in as if it were going to land on the perch, get two feet from doing so, and then change direction mid-flight. I can relate to the fowl creature, as I tend to do that at stores like Target or Marshalls when I see a twenty-person line. I’ll drop the one or two items I had in hand onto the battery shelf before heading straight towards the exit
I, and others, are calling the cluster of our family’s homes “the compound,” and in the hopes that my parents could meet the neighbors, I sent out four text messages today inviting everyone to dinner tomorrow. Everyone responded with a yes, so it appears “the compound” is a go, with fourteen or so people, not including the five in this house. It should be a lively and enjoyable evening.
Well, I could use a little shut-eye. My day was jam-packed, and I’m sure it will be again tomorrow. I hope you are safe and well.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 