Dreaming....

So, today I'm thinking that, eveything else being equal and of no consequence in the decision-making process, because, of course, I'm just allowing myself to wander around in my head, I should someday: Live in a small cottage at a beach, with a big porch and simple, comfy furnishings and a floor that can be swept. And I think that it really should have a self-cleaning bathroom. They did it for ovens, didn't they? And a fridge full of fruit and veggies and cheese and continuous supply of spring water and Sonic ice. Some roasted almonds, pecans, with no salt, or the very,very least bit of sea salt dusting.

I would need a few good books that I've always wanted to read, and some kids' picture books, and casual pictures of the ones I love scattered about. Lots of kinds of music and ways to make it. Plenty of yarn and crochet needles. A few momentos of old and new memories, and journals in handy places with pens attached on a string. And I would have plenty of loose fitting jeans and soft fabric shirts, and I would live in worn-in Birkenstocks (with colorful socks for the winter). A cotton sweater, a wool sweater, and a rain slicker, with hat. Some sort of perfect container for beachcombing. And I would surround myself with shells, and sea glass, and driftwood, and be a friend to children and adults who love to dig in the sand.

And sometimes, I would wake up to greet the sun, and often, say goodbye to it as it set. And as often as they could, my loved ones would come and visit and bring me happiness in my heart. And God would always be with me.