Kristine Joy, Writer

• I needed this:

P.S. And upon return, to have written a short story that takes place in Death Valley.

• I needed for the above pictured pool at The Ranch at Death Valley to be a year round spring fed 82-85 degree temperature pool. And to have had it to myself for an hour. #myhappyplace

• I needed to multitask while in the float tank last week:
  • Despite being one that has always struggled to meditate:

Float Tank = Meditation Station

• And if you float like an upside down turtle 🐢:

Float Tank = Core Humidor

• I needed a two-a-day day and need not say more.

• I need to shut the door🚪on Supplemental Income Goal Fall 2025. I may teach a lesson here or there, and I actually have a new job in the works that I may start yet this year, but here ends a serious pursuit of the arbitrary $12K goal. I earned $6350. This is a mere 53% of my objective. #bettertohavetried
  • And #silverlining…
    • I didn’t start the goal until July. Averaging $1K per month, I’d be on track for $12K next year! 😉
    • $6350 more than covers our “fun money” expenditures.
    • The cost of benefits from my various jobs (court time, pickleball tournament expenses, free golf and carts, pool access, etc.) add up to more than the $5650 that I’m short.

Cheers to an OK By Me Still-In-The-Red Friday!

• I may or may not have needed to wonder if the Title You Shouldn’t Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose was an intended pun because I can’t say for certain if that is where her head was at?!?

• I needed to have landed myself in the lowest point in the United States because one can only go ⬆️ from here, right?!?

• I needed for the torrential rains and flooding that hit Death Valley National Park to have happened BEFORE our arrival with just the right amount of time for it to abate (and be managed by park services) such that we could drive our rented truck through and around any remaining issues.

• Years ago, I was playing tag with my daughter and fellow camp-goer kids at a campground playground. I needed for this forever young conversation to have happened:

Kid (said to my daughter): How old are you?

Daughter: Ten, what about you?

Kid: Twelve. How old are you?

Me: 38. I’m her Mom.

Kid: 🤯

• But later that same day when buying a bottle of wine 🍷, I didn’t need for the clerk to look at my ID, laugh and think he was doing me a favor because I was stupid enough to try and buy alcohol by presenting an ID implying that I was not just of age, but nearly double the age.

I appreciate your readership; I need the validation as writer. 😉

Sincerely,

K.J. Sculling