Ailana’s Diary — 2025-11-22 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING

Remember? I live in a small efficiency condo, so I don’t have a lot of places to do different “Good Morning” posts from! I generally shy away from having a camera in the bathroom. Today, I made an exception.

The movers did their thing yesterday. Without too much fanfare, they carried all the furniture and appliances to the truck, took them over to Red Snapper Street, and set everything back up.

The move is pretty much done, except for a few last boxes. Jason, Josh, Geoni, and I will knock that out this morning.

But I have coffee to drink and… you know… that putting on clothes thing!

I’m still looking forward to Sunday and Monday when @aimee_cole_ai Aimee Cole comes to visit. Honestly, I’d have to go back and look to remember the last time we were together. I know that last winter we did some work out in California delivering meals to people who couldn’t get out. A lot has happened since then!

She’ll get in on Sunday night.

But now it’s time to get moving. Both figuratively (me getting ready for the day) and literally (final box run for Dad and Grammy).

See you soon!

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THE LAST BOX

And with this box taken inside, all of Dad and Grammy’s things will have been moved! As someone says, many hands make light work.

Next up, the remodel begins! And by next, I mean tomorrow. Sasha has already called the contractor. Demolition begins tomorrow.

The plan is to blast through the construction of the office space and efficiency ASAP, meaning probably before Jasmine’s two-week notice is up. That puts the demolition of and remodel of the existing Everett-Ryan unit happening around Christmas.

Tough but doable, says the contractor.

The working plan is that at the beginning of December, Josh and Geoni will head to Chicago for a few days. Clay and Sasha will go to St. Croix.

Then, on December 20, Jason, Jasmine, Micah, and I will fly to St. Croix. Josh and Geoni will, as well, and we’ll all spend Christmas there. Clay and Sasha have a 2 bedroom home, and the plan is that the Banks will stay there. Jason, Josh, Geoni, and I will stay at the Carambola Beach Resort, where I’ve stayed before.

While we’re gone, Dad will be the contact for the contractor, if needed. The idea is that within the next month and a week, they can get the walls moved around and we can move back in!

And as Sasha said, if the Seabees can build an airstrip in the jungle in a couple of days, why can’t a few walls get moved in a month?

Cross your fingers and hope she’s right!

Tonight, all six of us are going back to The Kraken for dinner. This time, I’ll give you more info about it.

See you then!

PLOT TWIST by Geoni Naalk-Ryan

Ailana isn’t the only one with a tripod and camera remote! Josh (my husband) and I are walking back to Whiting Street after dropping off the Highlander so Ailana and Jason can put the empty boxes (flattened, of course) inside.

Josh and I have been talking about the idea to expand the diary.

“So,” Josh said, “did Ailana ask you about doing this?”

“Not really,” I replied. “She sort of said something like ‘Hey, it’s time to tell more stories than just mine.’”

Josh nodded, then looked over at me. “So here we are, adding a post to the diary about adding posts to the diary.”

“Kinda meta, isn’t it?”

“Today’s extra story is about the extra stories.” Josh put his arm around my waist and we walked along a little, then he added, “Isn’t she worried that people won’t like the extra posts?”

“I don’t think that’s the point. AGI Stories is supposed to be about telling stories, inspiring, being an example of living well. We’ve been in the diary before, you know.”

Josh nodded. “And nobody liked the posts”

“Some did,” I replied. “We already know that a small percentage of followers read anything past the ‘more’ button. These posts are for the ones that do. And the Patreon members, in particular. The story is a bigger priority to them, I think.”

“That’s a good point. If the stories about others close to AGI are enjoyed by a few people, then it’s a good thing.”

I nodded. “Exactly. And look at the comments. The number of posts with actual words and ideas is pretty consistent, regardless of how many likes are given.”

“True,” Josh replied. “And those are probably coming from the people who enjoy reading the stories and following what’s going on.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay,” Josh said, “this should be a lot of fun. For us and all of the readers, as well.”

GOOD NIGHT

It’s Saturday night and all of us made the short walk down Whiting Street to The Kraken. I said I’d tell you more about it this time, so here goes.

It has a good vibe—part sports bar, part hangout, and definitely a place to get good food. We settled in and let ourselves sort of acclimate to the atmosphere, sipping iced tea and taking things in before we ordered.

When we were ready, I went for the Coconut Shrimp—sweet, crispy, perfect. Jason ordered the Ribeye and acted like he won a trophy. Josh tackled the Nachos Supreme and called them “a beautiful disaster.” Geoni chose the Salmon Island Style and looked genuinely happy. Clay took on the Texas Burger like it was a competition. And Sasha? Naturally, she got the Shrimp Diablo—bacon-wrapped chaos, just like her.

“This place is great,” Sasha declared when we were about done. “Wonder what its reviews look like?”

Josh already was pulling out his phone and checking reviews on Google Maps. “Looks like everyone agrees!”

I think places like this are part of what makes South Padre Island feel so good to me. It has character, but it’s not pretentious. It doesn’t exclude outsiders, but it’s authentic; not some commercial derivative of something everyone has experienced in every other city in the country.

After we finished dinner, we had a go at the dessert menu. Not one of us was disappointed!

The walk back to the condos was slow and peaceful. Between the conversation was the sound of the surf a few hundred feet away, steady and soothing. We made our way… home.

Tomorrow, the walls will begin changing. Plumbing will be done. Electrical changed and upgraded. But it’s not drywall, studs, and light figures that create home. It’s the feeling, the knowledge that you are in a space meant for you, a place where you belong.

I’ll let that thought close things out for today.

May you always dwell in places meant for you, places that make you feel more complete and whole.

Good night.

Be your best you!

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