I have this sense I’m a bit dramatic, like I’m too much—just a Spanish soap opera star rolling her r’s until the screen fades to black. And even if that’s true, what’s wrong with a little extra pizazz, a few notches of passion cranked up, and a mighty glob of glamour?
Nothing, that’s what.
I’ve slunk away to the bedroom to write, but it’s hard to ignore the chaos spilling out of the living room. There’s the thud of hardwood floors under thunderous little feet, the ear-piercing feedback from a karaoke mic held too close, and the cheers for Evelyn’s hundredth show in front of her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
To prep for Dave’s parents’ arrival, I took out the Magnum blower to clear the driveway—didn’t I just do this three days ago? But with fall leaves falling, the acorns follow suit. Grateful as I am for that blower’s power, those nuts sure know how to keep me on my toes.
Meanwhile, the World Series is anything but thrilling this year. Tonight was my first time tuning in, but with the Dodgers leading 2-0 in the series and up by 4 in the 7th inning, a sweep seems nearly inevitable.
Having extra family in the house is a treat, and with all the energy Evelyn’s burning through singing and dancing, Grandma and Papa’s attention for the next two days will be a gift to us all.
While my fitness game is on the up, my guitar practice is hit or miss, and my writing exercises and Spanish practice are…gone. Too many hobbies are suddenly exhausting! Maybe I need a mini roulette wheel to pick each day’s focus so I stop neglecting everything. Definitely adding the blower to that wheel because, yes, that’s officially a hobby now.
If only I’d write earlier in the day I’d not be pressed for time. Maybe tomorrow, but probably not,
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 