Jaclynn Loibl

Island Hopping

Even though the uphill walk was 17 minutes from where the Kenmore float plane dropped us, I believe I’m vacationing well. Seated on a faded red nylon chair in a parking lot spot at the Ora Inn, amidst a slight breeze and robin calls, I write. Here’s a photo of the smallest bedroom hotel roomContinue reading “Island Hopping”

Float Flight Eve

This is me taking the night off of writing. But I want you to know I’m both leery and excited about my first-ever float plane ride tomorrow. Dave’s long-standing dream will come true, and I’ll be his co-person. We’ll stay two nights in Friday Harbor, eat out yummy food, and see spectacular sights. I’ll fillContinue reading “Float Flight Eve”

Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)

Previous Jason routes us to a food truck when I mention I’m hungry. “There’s a tater tot burrito I get. It’s the only thing worth getting.” I pay more than I’d like for food that’s meh at best, but like my Dad says, “It’ll make a poop.” Jason follows up the food with a two-for-oneContinue reading “Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)”

Let Lying Flies Lie

I am mad and unsatisfied with my time expenditure. I want to blame you, but that’s no way to take accountability. Yesterday, I found myself fixated on a fly stuck between the inside of the screen and my bedroom window. “You will die here,” I thought, knowing its fate with 100% accuracy. It’s a burdenContinue reading “Let Lying Flies Lie”

House Update

Love, Jaclynn

Deaths at Sturgis (Book Part 19)

Previous As I enter Sturgis’s downtown, moments snapshot in my mind. A Marlboro man with a thick handlebar mustache holds a string lingerie-like dress to his lady’s petite frame with a nod of approval. The greasy fair-like smell mingles with tones of exhaust. The bare breasts, nipples covered with sequins. I’ve landed on another planetContinue reading “Deaths at Sturgis (Book Part 19)”

Contingent Contentment

The cutest offer came in just this evening after our second open house. It’s a full offer from a six-person family that also noted Lana the dog and Hunter the bird in the agreement. The sale is contingent on their home’s sale, which is listed in a “hot” market, according to them. The closing wouldContinue reading “Contingent Contentment”

Fake it to Make it

Let’s talk pools. Where once I thought I wanted a liner pool, I’m now interested in a concrete one. The downside to concrete is that it’s rough and tears at kids’ feet. The downside to a liner is that it can rip, and every 7-12 years, it needs to be replaced for several thousand dollars.Continue reading “Fake it to Make it”

When a House Talks

“Garbage in, garbage out,” my tall, red-headed buzz-cut fastpitch Coach Zenonian used to say. When we were fielding ground balls, he’d call it like a demand, meaning accept the ball into your glove, pivot it to your hand, and throw it to the right base. In, out. Efficient, proficient, do it. I’m taking a garbage-inContinue reading “When a House Talks”

Rubber Biscuit

Jumping from one velvety cream pillow to the next, Evelyn said, “It’s like we’re living in a new house.” With the staging furniture still here and the house no closer to being sold, I’m curious how long we get to keep this fancy stuff. Archie enjoys the faux fur rug, and I’m getting compliments onContinue reading “Rubber Biscuit”