Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I just want to say I’m not okay. I mean, I am. But kinda not. What I’m stressing most about is these ding-dong kitchen cabinets. The wood stain is so pretty, but I’m unsure if it will contrast with our wood tile-looking floor. Especially if I’m not seeing it in person. I don’t feel equippedContinue reading “A Weighty Load”

I love being married, I think to myself, laying in bed next to Dave while stuffing my mouth with a handful of Honey Dijon Kettle potato chips. He’s watching an episode of Doctor while I write. How loud I’m crunching these extra-thick chips reminds me of a video call with my good friend Travis. WithContinue reading “Another Day, Another Dollar”

As if waiting for a dust cloud to settle, I wait for my mind. The day, as well as the past few months, have created quite the tornado. What do you mean we’re two weeks from listing our house? Where in the heck did these past few months go? I’m feeling the pressure. Thankfully, Dave’sContinue reading “Picking and Choosing and Planning”

I’m in the thick of home building and designing, from sinks to cabinet color and hardware. What size and material of beams do I want? I hadn’t a clue. But Greg, our builder needs the front and back porch decisions stat! Well, wait one second, and let me ask my trusty Facebook group of otherContinue reading “Hobbled House Hunter”

Dave, Evelyn, Archie, and I are snuggled in the guest room in my parents’ downstairs guest room. With a morning flight, we figured bunking here would give us maximum sleep. It’s been a long day, and with Evelyn rustling on the air mattress nearby and my fingers clackily-clacking at the keys, my mind is awhirlContinue reading “Sweet and Short”

My oversized black T-shirt with a skull made up of white kittens and cats received five compliments today—the most of any work outfit I’ve worn. Not to worry, I dressed it up with heels and a cardigan. Don’t you love it when you head toward something you need only to realize you forgot what you’reContinue reading “Show Me the Way”

Writing is hard when I worry. The neighbor’s dog bit Archie, and although I’m not concerned, I’m concerned. He has an inch-and-a-half slice on his side that I put hydrogen peroxide on, and he’s on bed rest. It reminds me of the time I had a 16-year-old cat, Patches, who ran away for three days.Continue reading “Moaning in the Morning”

Have you seen the “If you lived here, you’d be home” banners roped to apartment buildings? I think they’re dumb. As it took two shampoo washings to do the top and bottom half of my breast-covering long hair, I’d had enough. If only the top existed, I’d be home. Fast forward, and I booked aContinue reading “Plucks and Paragraphs”

Before heave-hoeing an electric lawn mower into the truck’s bed, I stopped Dave and, with pleading eyes, vented, “I can’t do chaos. I just can’t do it”. My utterance came after a phone call with a highly escalated client in the thick of dysfunction. I wanted to help, but the call with yells, sobs, and threatsContinue reading “Bon Voyage Beach”