| The other night as I was trying to get to sleep my mind wandered and wandered. It ended up in a safe, calm and familiar place.
I opened a door and I saw a mirror and a shelf of knickknacks, with a picture of myself as a little girl. To the left was a door to a closet that was hardly ever used. To the right, behind the door was a bookshelf of very old (to me) books. As I went into the room on the right I saw a table with a 3-light Tiffany-style chandelier hanging very close to the table. There were pictures on the wall, and I could see the tea pot shelf, hutch, shelf of knickknacks, and bookshelf with cookbooks rather clearly. I looked at the far window, but couldn’t tell if it had any blinds or curtains. During each glance around the room something else popped out – like the butter churner where Grandma used to “hide” the candies. Where is that thing now?
I turn around and looked at the kitchen, knowing that to my right was a small room including an even smaller bathroom and pantry filled with our favorite cereals. The kitchen was bright and clean. I could see the window over the sink, and the white tile counters. I didn’t spend much time there.
From there I walked forward into the living room. I could see the big fire place; the long shelf above the TV with M*A*S*H videos; the writing desk; the sunflower painting; Grandpa waiting to hug and give Eskimo kisses. I remember this room well. It haunts my dreams often.
My virtual tour picked up in speed. But that didn’t last long. My vision panned into a bedroom with two twin beds, then went into the hallway. It stopped at the top of a long bookshelf with my Grandpa’s flag in a frame. Above that was a large aerial shot of the property. From here things got hazy. I tried to remember what the outside looked like, but couldn’t remember things clearly. Good thing I have TONS of pictures to remind me!
As I drifted off into yet another random thought process hoping that it would lead to sleep, I had a growing yearning. I wanted to be able to smell the scent of the house; to walk down the back driveway to the blackberries and creak; to walk through and smell Grandma’s flower garden; to smell the roses as I walk down to the street to go up the hill and walk through the eucalyptus trees; to curl up in Grandpa’s chair.
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| I'm sitting here looking out my glass door watching great big snowflakes fall. It's soo beautiful. So peaceful. It's even sticking!! Now all we need is for it to drop a few more degrees so that it stays, and we get more. I love watching the snow fall. I wish I had someone here to share this with. Evergreens that are flocked with snow are so ... elegant.
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| What do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to be wise and youthful. I want to be someone who people come to for advise and councel.
There's your random thought for the day.
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| What would be your ideal church environment?
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| My word, it's been two days and no one has made a comment. I'm surprised and saddened.
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