“If you don’t have a dream, how are you going to make a dream come true?.”
Like the White Rabbit, I am late; however I don’t have an important date. It is just a regular Tuesday. The sun was here but now is gone, replaced by clouds. The weatherman says cloudy most of the day. I’m thinking today’s clouds are a rehearsal for tomorrow’s rain. The day is breezy and warm at 74°.
The backyard chimes are ringing and sweetening the air. I love the sound. It echoes throughout the whole yard. The only other sounds are the birds. How lovely is that.
When I was a kid, I was a dreamer. I wanted my life to be exciting. I didn’t want to be average. I wanted to explore the world. I wanted to meet new people, eat strange foods and go to places I’d read about in my geography books. I never told anyone my dreams. I held them close. I remember seeing PSA’s about the Peace Corps on TV. I always felt they were directed at me. I never told anyone that either. I sort of dreamed in secret.
My life has slowed. I haven’t traveled in a while, but life is still interesting. I actually play the ukulele, the first musical instrument I have ever played. That still surprises me. Every day, I take it easy, something which took me a long while to learn. So what if I don’t vacuum today. The dust can wait. The only day I set an alarm is on Wednesdays when I have a uke lesson.
I have a major dream. I want to go back to Ghana as a gift to myself on my 80th birthday. That gives me two years to make it happen.
Explore posts in the same categories: Musings
keepthecoffeecoming.blog 
October 7, 2025 at 3:34 pm
Georgia Gibbs is new to me. I do like that jazz. For some reason, it is the only music that helps if I have back ache.
October 7, 2025 at 4:05 pm
Peter, Do check out more of her music. You’ll never have a back ache again.
October 7, 2025 at 3:47 pm
At school, a friend and I had similar wishes to travel. We were keen cyclists. It started with weekend trips to our nearest National Park. Eventually, we took longer bike journeys, staying overnight in youth hostels. One summer we went to the Yorkshire coast. The following year, we toured southern Ireland. The year after we took in London and Wales. The next year was the Normandy area of France. Later, we forsook the bikes and instead hitchhiked to Belgium, Germany, and Luxembourg.
A lifelong love of foreign travel had begun. My friend eventually made his home in Indonesia. Meanwhile, I have been to a number of countries and flown around the world at least twice.
October 7, 2025 at 4:04 pm
Peter,
When I was in the sixth grade, Martin (Marty) Barrett was one of my classmates. He used to go to England every few years to visit his grandmother. His mother was English. I so envied Marty that I developed Barrett Syndrome, my name for all that envy. I vowed to out travel Marty, and I did!!
October 7, 2025 at 4:18 pm
Good for you.
October 7, 2025 at 8:17 pm
I sometimes wonder about Marty. Where he is and how is he doing?