When there’s no one else around, I perform supernatural acts. Never when they’re watching—always right after their head turns. Earlier, I tipped the mustard spice out of the cabinet. As gravity swept it down, the floor, its inevitable next stop, my Miyagi-catching-a-fly-with-chopsticks reflexes kicked in. I nabbed it midair.
Had I a Super Bowl–sized audience, my eardrums would’ve burst from the strength of their gasps and applause. Instead, I just turned and placed it back where it belonged.
Countless times, glass jars have tipped and fallen, only to be caught by the crook of my foot—just before impact. It’s a skill reserved only for my eyes, which makes it all the more satisfying. For me.
Lately, I’ve been on a bedroom décor rearrange-and-refresh kick. The all-white wall above our bed had been begging for something big, and since I didn’t want to spend money, I started eyeing other rooms for potential steals. How I overlooked the oval, rusty gold, waffle-patterned mirror on the adjacent wall for so long, I’ll never know. But when I finally noticed it, the cartoon lightbulb moment dinged bright and clear.
Also new: drawer pulls on the window bench cabinetry—Dave installed those, along with curtain rods and curtains over both our bedside windows. I added two large, healthy plants to the mix. One of which Dave promptly walked into, called beautiful, then added he’d probably keep hitting it. Fair. One of its leaves is bulky and wide—it probably belongs anywhere but the entry/exit point of our room. Feedback noted; a replacement is on the way.
Happy Halloween tomorrow! We’ll be spending the day at home, then heading out to trick-or-treat with friends in their far more trick-or-treatable neighborhood. As for our own house? If I had to ask the magic eight ball of my mind whether we’ll get any trick-or-treaters, it’d land squarely on: Outcome not likely.
Lastly, here’s a joke, Knock Knock. (Who’s there?) Boo. (Boo who?) Hey, it’s only a joke, you don’t have to cry about it.
Love ya! Jaclynn
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