Ailana’s Journal—2026-06-19 (and Island Kids) (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING by Ailana Geven Keller

Here’s a new look for you! While packing for the trip, I dug to the bottom of one of my storage bins and found these pajama pants!

Boy, do they bring back memories! I think I got them—and a few other pairs—five or six years ago. I’d wear them around the hotel room after a day modeling on set or on location.

Well, let’s see… I could tell you all about my plans to work today, but I do that often. I can quickly sum up what pretty much everyone is doing—how about this?

We leave for the Route 66 odyssey on Monday. Everyone is getting ready for that. Micah and Clay are already on their way to Santa Monica with the vehicles.

The only thing that seems unusual about this morning is that Emily is working for Kaylee today. I’m not sure how all of First Call Property Services’ bookkeeping works, but they’re paying her minimum wage. Dad—who is Isaac and Kaylee’s partner—said they’re finishing the setup to put her properly on payroll and handle withholding and all the other legal stuff.

They’ll work on setting all that up while we’re on the road. Dad seems pretty pleased with how the little company is coming along. Isaac and Kaylee say the handyman jobs on slow cleaning days have really improved their income, and they’re saving a lot of money this summer so they’ll have everything comfortably covered next winter.

Anyway, all that to say, Emily is working today. She’s happy about it, and so are Kaylee and Isaac.

So, with that, let me say this: I hope you have a great Friday morning. See you soon!

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CHECKING IN by Ailana Geven Keller

I’m checking in with you. Emily just blasted through to check in with me!

Kaylee dropped her off here and took Hudson back to the camper for a nap. Emily came in waving $40 and smiling.

“Can Kel and I take Island Metro and go have a picnic? I have snacks already. Not a real picnic. Anyway, I have my phone…”

I said she could, and she was gone.

Naturally, we didn’t pack all the camera gear into the trailer. Jason, Geoni, and I each have a small camera/laptop backpack with some gear in it. Jason has spent the morning at the table cleaning lenses and keeping himself busy.

But now, it’s time for me to get off the sofa and see about lunch. About an hour ago, I proposed grilled cheese for lunch, and that still seems to be the prevailing opinion.

I’ll check in tonight, and maybe I’ll have something noteworthy to talk about. See you then!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN? By Kel Ryan

Well, Emily and I decided we’d go to a park and have a little picnic. Really, we just wanted to spend some time together while she had a break from working for Kaylee and Isaac.

They started early and cleaned two condos, and once today’s renters check out, they’ll have four more to clean. In between, we thought a picnic of sorts would be fun.

“I got snacks in my pack,” she said as she ran up the stairs to get it. “I’ll get some waters from the fridge.”

We took Island Metro down to a park, spread the blanket, and sat down. She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

She sighed, then said under her breath, “I never had a boyfriend before. I don’t know if I’m doing this right.”

I smiled. “It seems right to me. I never had a girlfriend either.”

We talked a little about making sure we didn’t do anything to upset the adults, then she said, “Well, I don’t have too much time. Grab some snacks.”

I unzipped her pack and right on top was one of her bras. I was a lot surprised and a little embarrassed.

“Why do you have this in here?”

She looked at it and rolled her eyes. “Put it back. Don’t show the whole world.”

She reached into the pack for a granola bar. In the pack was a whole change of clothes: bra, panties, socks, shorts, and a T-shirt. There were also enough snacks for us both to eat for a couple of days.

I had a sick feeling.

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“Emily…” She looked at me and I held up the bra again. “Why do you have all this in your pack?”

She looked at me, surprised I had asked, sort of scared or detached. “I don’t know…”

I put the bra back in, unwrapped a granola bar, and took a bite. My thoughts were racing.

Emily caught on that something was wrong. “Kel, what’s the matter?”

I just said what I was thinking. “Where’s your birth certificate?”

She frowned. “Ailana has it in a fire-proof file box. Why?”

“Your backpack is…like, low-key, ready for a zombie attack. Are you planning to run away?”

She bugged out her eyes. “No! Oh my gosh! Are you crazy?”

“Well, why are you packed up like you are?”

She didn’t say anything. She just reached into her pack and started rearranging the clothes at the bottom and putting the snacks on top. That’s when I noticed she had a zip-top bag with a few twenties in it.

“Emily, what is going on? What’s this all about?”

“Nothing… It’s nothing. I don’t know?”

“Tell me what this is about,” I said. “You’re not planning to run away?”

“I told you no.”

“Then why do you have your bag packed like this?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “What if I do something wrong and they kick me out? Or call the caseworker and say they changed their mind?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. “Emily, that’s not going to happen! You really think that’s possible?”

She looked down and shook her head, but didn’t say anything. She moved her backpack and got a little closer to me, but she still didn’t say anything.

I looked at her. “Emily, it’s been three weeks… And they went completely over the top with the lawyers to make sure you could stay. You said it yourself that you really feel like they love you.”

She was still looking down. “I know…”

“Plus, it would kill me if you ran away.”

She shook her head and whispered, “I never would.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Don’t tell the adults,” she finally said. “I promise I’m not running away. I just…”

That was the end of it. We both ate a couple of snacks, drank the water, and just sat. She leaned on me and put her arm around my waist like she needed an anchor.

And I’m okay with that.

I guess fifteen or twenty minutes passed, and then she said we needed to get going so she wouldn’t be late when Kaylee came to get her. We packed up and went back… home.

“I don’t know why I’m scared,” she said when we got closer to the condos.

“I can take a guess,” I said. “Promise me something, okay?”

“What?”

“Tell Ailana about this, okay?”

She forced a smile, nodded, and looked down.

GOOD NIGHT by Ailana Geven Keller

I think I found something noteworthy to talk about tonight.

I’m at Karma Coffee and Books with Emily. Earlier, when she got home from working with Kaylee, she walked into the living room remarkably calmly.

“I need to tell you something.”

Those words jolted through me like an electric shock.

She told me about the picnic, her backpack, and everything she’d been keeping in it. “I promise I’m not planning to run away. I wouldn’t. I worked so hard to get here, and I’ve never been happier.”

I decided to go a different direction on the backpack. “Okay, look… you’re not running away, so you might want to pack less.”

I talked to her about when I traveled—I kept what amounted to a large makeup bag in my carry-on backpack at all times.

“Keep a few granola bars, a little cash… Wet wipes… And at your age, your monthly cycle might not be as regular as you expect, so keep hygiene products and fresh undies, just in case. And a zip-top storage bag in case you have something that needs to go in the washing machine.”

“So, don’t ditch the backpack?” she asked.

I went on. “I’ve got a perfect bag you can have. It’s probably big enough for all that and a rolled-up T-shirt as well.”

We ventured on into the upcoming trip. “Keep your pack with you, whichever car you’re in.”

We talked about money, and I told her I’d give her $20 to carry for snacks and things at gas stations and rest stops. "When you spend it, let me know and I'll give you more. It's not about just giving you money for snacks. It will keep you from having to ask every time you need something, and it will let you decided how you want to spend it."

Then, I had another idea.

“Let’s do this also… Let’s set you up with a Venmo Teen Account. That might be better than whipping out cash every time you need something.”

So, that’s on the agenda for tomorrow. We can set that up for her and she can use it for a lot of purchases on the trip.

Being responsible for an almost-adult is going to keep things… interesting…

May you have the ability to adapt to changing needs, the wisdom to know when to change, and the assurance that the world will keep turning.

Good night.

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