While waiting for inspiration to strike, I was so focused on the keyboard that my vision did that trance-y blur thing. When it started feeling like I was high on some kind of creative drug, I lingered in the experience a little longer. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a natural high.
Good news! The eight-week wait for the SkyFort II playground shrank to just four days. I don’t know what strings Backyard Discovery pulled to bump us to the top of the list, but the monkey bars, slide, swing set, and fort combo are officially en route. Is it weird that I’m more excited than Evelyn? Probably. Mostly because I’m a sucker for monkey bars.
Don’t get me wrong—I have the upper body strength of a noodle and can barely hang for ten seconds. But it’s not about how long I last; it’s about the journey. Each time I step out there, I’ll hang a little longer, pulling with all my might, inching closer to the elusive chin-up. Have I ever done a chin-up? Not once.
Still, the thought takes me back to Jason Vought scaling the frazzled gym rope like it was nothing in elementary school PE. I don’t know how I even remember his name after all these years, but boy, was I jealous.
Last night, while editing my post, I noticed I seemed overly excitable—jumping from one thing to another like a caffeinated squirrel. Am I doing that again here? Probably. But following my darting thoughts is just part of the process, like chasing kittens clawing up furniture and diving under beds.
I took a break from writing to watch a tall New Yorker make bruschetta. He was entertaining and totally all over the place, which, now that I think about it, makes me feel a little better about my scatterbrained style.
Since I’m already snuggled into bed, would you mind turning off the lights? Oh, wait—Dave, my hero, just finished gaming and handled it. Of course, now I realize I didn’t brush my teeth. It looks like I’m getting up, after all.
Well, it’s late, and I better get to it. See you tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
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