Ailana’s Journal—2026-04-02 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING

Welcome to my Thursday. Thank you for letting me share my day with you.

I have been awake just long enough to put on this shirt for a greeting. I wanted to get things going quickly.

Today, I’m going down to the AGI Creative office on the 2nd floor. You might recall that we added it some time ago as a shared, collaborative space with comfy seating and efficient workstations.

Josh, Jason, Geoni, and I are going to converge there and start sorting out ideas, notes, and images. Sasha, Jasmine, and Clay will probably be there, too, working on details for SwimFit. It should be a fun, but busy day.

On the list of things that might happen is a mass descent on Sea Glass to see how things are going with Kirina. We’ve swapped texts a few times over the weeks, and I’m ready to see what she’s done and how things are going.

That’s about it for a preview. Again, thank you for being part of today. I’ll check in later, so see you then.

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SORTING IT OUT

I’ll keep this one short. So far so good. That sort of sums things up as we look ahead to lunch.

I’ve been moving from workstation to workstation today. We’ve got one set up to sort images today. Another is displaying the spreadsheet and all the notes folders. We really are getting a lot done.

Jasmine called Kirina to let her know we’d all be heading that way, and gave her our orders. We looked at the menu on DoorDash, but we’re going to go there. We told her not to stress out, but we thought it would be fitting to let her know we were coming ahead of time.

Things are growing well for her, but she still needs to staff out more so she can go full speed with her business plan.

After lunch, more of this!

Caveat, Geoni has to drop out of the process and get some edits done for one of the journals she works for. I asked her what it was about this time. Apparently, every alloy of aluminum has different material properties, and this article is about some nuance to do with scratching—a look at hardness over different very similar alloys. I told her to try and stay awake!

That’s it for now. I’ll be back tonight to check in, so see you then.

ESCALATION by Allen Geven

You never know. That’s my take-away from what just happened.

I have some walk-throughs to do today, but I wanted to change out of my work uniform first, so I stopped by the house. The young man who does the yard work, Mateo, was just finishing, and when I got out, he asked me how it looked.

I didn’t get to answer. A car abruptly stopped at my drive. We both looked.

It was the receptionist from the base, and she got out and pointed at me. “You got me fired.”

I didn’t have to think before I replied. “I did not.”

“You reported me to HR.”

“I told my supervisor what you said. That’s all.”

“Same thing. You got me fired.”

She took a step toward me, still waving her hands. “You’ve ruined my life. I don’t even know why you’d do that!”

“Did you follow me here from the base?”

“I needed to find out why you’re out to get me.”

“I’m not out to get you, and you’re on my property. I’d like you to leave.”

“Ha!” She waved her hand at my house. “It’s your landlord’s property.”

I shook my head. “I don’t rent, and you’re on my property, making a scene. I’d like you to leave.”

“You can’t make me!” Then she turned her eyes to Mateo and pointed at him. “What are you looking at? Who are you, anyway?”

Mateo shrugged. “Didn’t you used to work in the high school attendance office? Ms. White?”

At that, she threw her arms up. “I don’t have to stand here and take this!”

I moved a little between her and Mateo. “Then you should leave.”

At that, she actually growled before turning, getting back in her car, and leaving.

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Mateo and I watched as she raced down the street. She was halfway to the stop sign before she was on the right side of the road.

I looked over at Mateo. “You okay?”

He nodded and then said, “How about you?”

“I’m okay. Sorry you had to see that. You know her?”

Mateo shook his head and also nodded. “She worked in the attendance office. Ms. White… Last fall, I was checking in one day when the principal came into the office. Ms. White stood up and pointed at her. ‘I just got your email. How dare you accuse me of harassing the men teachers!’ Crazy. The principal said, ‘This isn’t the place…’ and all that, but Ms. White stormed out of the office and went to her car.”

I shook my head. “Wow. What happened after that?”

Mateo laughed. “I got in trouble for shooting off my mouth. I was the only student in the office, so the principal came over. ‘Are you okay? You shouldn’t have seen that.’ Then I said, ‘Yes ma’am, I’m fine.’ But I wanted to kinda break the ice, so I added that maybe someone hadn’t taken their meds before coming to work… I got the whole ‘that wasn’t appropriate to say’ speech.”

I smiled, picturing the scene. “Yeah, even if you were right, a principal probably wouldn’t care to hear it.”

“I was just being dumb, you know… Nerves…”

“Understandable,” I said.

We both seemed to be out of things to say for a few seconds, then Mateo spoke again. “You worried she’ll bother you more? Like she followed you to your house…”

I’d already thought about that some as we were talking. “I’m going to call in a report to the police. If something happens, they’ll have a record on file.”

“That’s serious,” Mateo replied.

“Just being cautious. I want my side of the story on file first.”

Mateo nodded. “Tell ’em to call me and the principal if they want more info…”

GOOD NIGHT

Well, you never know, do you?

Mary T. Lathrap, in 1895, wrote a poem called “Judge Softly” in which she says:

Pray, don’t find fault with the man that limps,Or stumbles along the road.Unless you have worn the moccasins he wears,Or stumbled beneath the same load.

The poem goes on with many similar thoughts.

The young man that does the yard work, Mateo, was here this afternoon, and Jasmine was talking to him. She texted me to come down saying he’d asked to speak to me.

“Ms. Geven,” he said, “it’s none of my business but you might wanna call your dad about something that happened—but act like I didn’t tell you to do it.”

Well, it took some deft finagling to get Dad to tell me what happened. I was divided. This Ms. White woman followed him home and made a scene. Part of me is definitely thinking about the Laguna Madre.

But the other part of me is considering Jasmine’s remarks about what happened. “Obviously, she’s not well. I’m so sorry for your dad. All the same, she needs help. Whatever’s wrong with her has cost her at least two jobs.”

Ouch.

As of now, I’m trying to let sympathy have a little room to stand in my thoughts. But the instinct to protect Dad is taking up a lot of room at the moment.

Move on?

I’ll close out saying, aside from that, today was good. I managed to get a lot done.

I’d characterize today’s work as preparing to get started. I sorted notes and images, then created a spreadsheet of ideas and how everything connected. I’ll start putting things together into articles next, and maybe shop out some article proposals to see if anyone is interested.

Tomorrow, I’ll go over everything again and plan to dig on Monday.

Thank you for being part of today. Hope yours was great.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

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AFTERTHOUGHTS

I wanted to share an additional thought about the woman who has created stress for my dad. I find myself conflicted.

I think bracing against the situation on behalf of Dad is natural. I believe anyone who has a father like mine would do the same.

Yet I do feel sympathy for her. I can only imagine that some level of dysfunction is to blame for her confused behavior.

On one hand, I wish to keep her as far away from Dad as possible. But on the other hand, I’d sincerely like to see her helped into a better way of living. I don’t know what she needs, but I do believe something is not right with her.

If I am totally honest, however, I doubt it will be me who steps in to help her. It’s puzzling to me that I want to see her helped, but feel strongly that it ought not be me who makes that happen.

I suppose it’s a dilemma, and I’ll have to reconcile it somehow. All the same, being totally transparent, my first instinct is to protect Dad. Period.

That’s where my head is, tonight.

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