Relief over misery. I've seen the enemy. And I won't go back. Back to how it was. - Switchfoot, This is Home
All the world seems a little bluesy lately. Or maybe it's just me? The time of year?
Last November was so full of crushing tragedy. This one is different. Hallelujah.
But where one year ago the train whistle wailed like one hundred breaking hearts, now it just sounds tired. Spent. The sluggish footnote to one more year.
Who wants to live like that?
Not me, that's who. I seem to have taken a hiatus from dreaming. I've been treading water too long. I think I've forgotten I was allowed, maybe. Or I just didn't give myself the room.
So this is my small November suffering - a dream deficiency. (And I'm not talking about the kind where my molars crumble or I've forgotten to study for my chemistry final. Or the kind where one of my kids turns into just a head with no body and I carry on like it's normal. Or the kind where my mom gets pregnant at the age of 65 and I decide she did it just to end up in the news.)
The remedy is day-dream supplements, as many as possible, taken most optimally in the steam of the shower or with your hands in a bowl of dough.
Here's my list, for now.
It's subject to change by the hour. Change is mandatory, in fact.
* I'd really like a gray polka-dotted sweater. Call me a trend-hopper. If the cotten-blend fits, I'll wear it. Ruche has a super cute one for around $30.
* I've never had my make-up done by one of those ladies at the department store counter. Have you? Because I feel like I've missed out. Would they make me all smokey and smoldery? Would they plaster me up a quarter-inch thick? Who knows. The suspense is killing me.
* I want to sit and read for two uninterrupted hours. Right now this book is Slaying me. Capital S. Gorgeous prose and every analogy is food-related. Nothin' butter'n that! (See how I did that? I should totally be a writer.)
* Related side-note: Calvin is all hopped up right now on this book. It's imaginative, moody, and intriguing and as a bonus, we found a potential typo! (Either that, or we're more behind than we even knew.)
*Face wash with glycolic acid. Self-explanatory. All the "experts" say I need it, because I'm, uh, aging. All I use right now is baking soda in the a.m. and generic Cetaphil for oily skin in the p.m. Your thoughts on this?
* Our bedroom is a hot mess. We collect junk there. We have no curtains. One of us has a bent toward untidiness, though I shan't name names. I think curtains would be a fine place to start. After that, in my dream-world, I'm sending out an SOS to this lady. Because she works it. She works it.
* Silas and I would dearly love one of those ceramic table-top Christmas trees with actual, light-up lightbulbs. Please tell me you follow me here...my Aunt Carol used to have one. Or maybe it was Aunt Jan. One of the Aunts had one. I think ALL of the aunts EVERYWHERE probably had one at one point.
* I'd like this girl and this girl to sit down and create a rotating schedule in which they deliver dinner to my door each evening or, at the very least, teach me to make my food pictures look prettier. That's all I'm asking. Oh, they also have to keep me company while I eat. No big.
* I want to be the boss of my inbox.
* I want a solo salsa/movie night with Cory. (Hi, teenager who isn't allowed to leave the house - EVER. I'm looking at you!)
* I want to take a trip for our 15th Anniversary. (Money's no object when I'm dreaming in the steam!)
* I miss game night with our Big Kids. They pretend like it's dorky and then they can't stop loving it. But now they're both gainfully employed and parents and it never happens anymore. ((rubs genie lamp)) MAKE IT HAPPEN!
That might be all for now.
Come on, guys, play along!
What are you dreaming about right about now?
PS - The book links and the Ruche link are affiliate links, which means if you buy something, I get a small commission. The end.