The magician never reveals his tricks, but I sure wish he would—because then I’d know how Dave and I managed the impossible. Okay, mostly Dave. Still, somehow we dismantled a dinosaur-sized—and dinosaur-aged—treadmill, freeing it from the shackles of Kim’s space off her garage.
It’s just a Monday, but knocking out a Herculean feat before noon gives a person a certain pizzazz. “It sure is a good day,” Evelyn declared over shredded lettuce, mayo, roast beef, and turkey piled on a deli sub outside Publix. Our hunger hit fast and hard once the tailgate was locked in place and the straps tightened. I worried about the fate of our gifted plant in the wind, but with Publix only three minutes away, our plant-parent guilt stayed minimal.
That plant also came from Kim—the one I met on BumbleBFF last year, who invited me to book club, and who joined us for our Providence Canyon (aka “mini Grand Canyon”) adventure. She’s moving to Ohio, and I’m grateful for the women she’s introduced me to… and for the two plants she left in my care. Both have already had a dose of fertilizer, and one even got a fresh soil upgrade.
Just in time for me to leave on vacation, too. Which is fine—you might remember my bathtub watering trick. I fill it, place every potted plant inside, and let them drink from the bottom. Last time, everyone thrived.
Five more days until we head out on vacation! Between now and then, I’ll bake two loaves of bread, a dozen bagels, and—if I’m feeling zesty—Pam-next-door’s recipe for the best, fluffiest, gooiest cinnamon rolls I’ve ever tasted. I hope I’m feeling zesty.
In the mail today: a 550-page behemoth from McGraw Hill—Complete Spanish Step-by-Step. I found it online at a huge discount, which made passing it up at Borders easy. I’m tempted to dive in immediately.
Alright, I think I will. I’ll see you here tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 