Ailana’s Journal—2026-07-12 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING by Ailana Geven Keller

Time has gotten away from me again. I’m way behind, so I’ll keep things brief.

Big plans for today are church, lunch with Dad, and maybe some beach time. After spending two days in a moving vehicle, I’d like to get some sunshine and stretch my legs.

That’s the plan.

Izzy and Kent are on their way—this time to move in. They plan to arrive around midday Monday.

Right now, I get to be a big sister and help Emily braid her hair. As she would say, I’m low-key excited to share a moment like that with her.

In the meantime, I hope you have a great Sunday morning. See you after church.

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SMALL TOWN VIBE by Evelny Chandler

About ten minutes ago, I was walking into a little church that’s near the condo tower when Nick called.

“Evelyn, I was digging in the logs to see who we owe money to. I found something and sent it to you. Might be the solution to us losing those, as you called them, actual programmers. Look it over and call me.”

“In the logs?”

“Yeah. I’m on my way to New York. I’m stopping in at the Alderwick main office to talk to Jon Kessler about a few blank checks to make things right. As in paper, until you get everything sorted out. Any clues?”

“Nothing new since I told you it looked like the management system for systems three and four panicked over an EFT request. False positive for an external hack. That started the snowball that led to it quarantining itself, the two subsystems, and then bleeding some bad karma to the other management system.”

“Is the shell talking yet?”

I laughed. “Sort of. But the H.I. system isn’t really listening. I’ll see what you sent me. I could use an AI programmer, for sure. I think we’re talking retraining eventually.”

“Meanwhile, I’m going to see about getting things going the old-fashioned way.”

Just then, I saw the plumber who fixed my faucet come in. “Hey… new topic. The plumber just showed up here at church. You want me to schedule him to take a look at your garbage disposer?”

“Please,” Nick said. “I gotta go. TSA is ready for me.”

I made my way to where Allen Geven was coming in with a group of others. I assumed the young blonde holding his arm was his daughter.

“Excuse me…” We exchanged greetings and introductions—I was right about his daughter.

He introduced me to another younger blonde with a baby—Kaylee.

Kaylee was more than happy to schedule Allen to look at Nick's problem. “Mr. Geven says you’re new to the island. Do you want to sit with us?”

And so I did.

As I settled down, I thought maybe small town life was going to be a nice change.

SO NOW YOU’RE A PLUMBER? by Ailana Geven Keller

I don’t know how to explain it. I went years barely seeing Dad as I bounced around the world smiling—or not smiling as directed—for the camera.

Since we all moved to South Padre Island, going two weeks without seeing him feels like something’s missing. We’re making up for it over lunch at Denny’s. Of course.

We sat at the counter like we did when I was growing up.

Just us two.

Seeing “Pops” reminded Emily that he’d given her a softball and gloves. So, after we all changed clothes from church, she talked Jason into fast food and a game of catch while Dad and I caught up at Denny’s.

We started off with me recapping the road trip. He said he’d followed along some as we posted about it.

One of the employees walked by with a plunger, and it reminded me of the woman at church.

“So, now, you’re a plumber?” I asked.

“The chief had me get that license, you know.… So, with First Call growing, I’m using it outside the station. I do a few faucets and drains now.”

“She seemed happy to see you.”

He told me she was new here, and had asked if she could call him with questions about the area.

“I told her,” he said, “she could, but that you’d know better than I do.”

“Well, if she calls and you don’t know something, add me to the call and I’ll try to help.”

“I doubt she’ll call. She seemed nice and friendly. She’ll have lots of friends to help her soon enough.”

From there, we talked about Emily—specifically her and Kel. Dad’s advice was to trust them, but make it easy for them to follow the rules.

“You need to get her driver’s license,” he said after that.

My heart stopped. “I’m not ready for this.”

“Parents never are,” Dad replied. “Life works itself out, usually.”

GOOD NIGHT by Ailana Geven Keller

Good evening, friends. It was a good day. A busy day, but good.

After lunch, Jason, Emily, and I finished moving the last of what we wanted out of the ground-floor and third-floor condos. I thought it would be a quick “grab the obvious things” kind of project.

It was not.

A few small kitchen appliances grew into “also some pots and pans.” Deciding which towels to leave behind turned into “Do we want this lamp?” And somehow that turned into Jason standing in the middle of the room holding a toaster like it had personally betrayed him.

But we got it done.

I did manage a short walk on the beach. I didn’t post anything from it because I mostly just wanted to breathe for a few minutes, but I’m planning to go back in the morning. Watch for that.

The first- and third-floor condos are ready for Izzy and Kent now. They’ll have some of their own things to move in, but honestly, I don’t think either of them will be in a huge rush to unpack everything. The plan is still Izzy on the ground floor and Kent up top.

That feels right.

I’ve also been thinking about lunch with Dad. I missed him more than I expected while we were gone, and sitting at Denny’s with him felt like one of those ordinary things that means more because it’s ordinary.

He gave me good advice about Emily and Kel: trust them, but set boundaries so that it’s easy for them to follow the rules.

Then he said we needed to get Emily’s driver’s license, and I had a small internal shutdown.

Actually, I would like to recant part of my dismay. Later today, I learned Emily and Kel have already been studying for the written exam. They were waiting to bring it up until the dust settled now that we’re home.

Which is thoughtful.

Also terrifying.

So tonight feels like a doorway. We’re home. Emily is has her own room that she loves. And Izzy and Kent are moving in tomorrow.

Wow.

May you step through the next doorway with courage, gratitude, and people who love you close enough to hear you moving around in the next room.

Good night.

Be your best you!

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