Thursday, October 23, 2008

Unrealistic Daydreaming

My dream stove...


Written a few days ago:

The biting wind outside and the promise of snow has me nesting. I want wool socks, to learn how to cable knit and to pull out all the old quilts from the closet.

I went home for lunch today, lucky that I work so close. Changed into long argyle socks that were hidden by my tall brown sensible boots. The pointy toe flats that I wore to work didn’t cut it. And here I am at my desk still cold. I haven’t yet learned how to check the weather before I dress in the morning. Now where would I pencil that in? Between snuggling, showering, dressing me plus two, trading off children with Eric, breakfasting, cup of milking, Lilo and Stiching, and running out the door. O yeah... And check the weather. I just can’t foresee that. So good thing I live close enough to make lunch at home.

I’m dreaming of this dreary grey afternoon with all the warmth and glow that I can muster. When we pick up the little people at play school and drive the half mile back home. I wish I could have cookies, fresh from the oven and a steaming cup of cocoa for each one of us-- already there. I’d love a fireplace that magically appears in the living room (ala Sleeping Beauty) and o if the fairies could throw in a house cleaning, I’d be up for that too. We’d all sit in front of the fire (Truman wouldn’t try to climb in there at all). We’d read books and have a lovely good time... O to daydream.

It’s the kind of night for chicken noodle soup, fresh baked biscuits and apple crisp. Why do I always think in food?

That’s it, I think I planned our evening. If you add the hour plus playing tea party in Isabel’s room, bundling up and going for our customary walk after dinner, baths and a couple good fleece blankets at bedtime with our footie jammies, I think we could have a particularly beautiful evening!

Wish me luck!
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Well the only thing accomplished in this day dream is chicken noodle soup. The night was filled with lots of whining, tears, naughty chair time, a failed and poopy trip to the library before bedtime.

2 comments:

Thimbleina said...

At least you tried to attempt that cosy warm evening. Have to try again.
Have a great weekend

Cassie said...

I so completely understand where you are coming from! Oh the best laid plans! My husband always tells me I have these Norman Rockwell images in my head. I can still dream right? Have a great weekend.

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