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“Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”

April 29, 2016

This week has been boring. I figure it’s my fault for doing nothing except some house chores and a dump run. I was going to take a ride yesterday, but I got stopped at an accident where three police cruisers were blocking cars from going any further so I turned around and went home. I brought my laundry down stairs this morning and it is sitting in front of the cellar door until I can’t stand looking at it anymore. It is just one of those weeks.

When I was young, I was a dreamer. My imagination was filled with adventures I knew I’d have. My friends too had dreams, but theirs were far different from mine. Some dreamed of getting married and having a family. One of my friends used to cut out pictures from bridal magazines and put them in an album. I guessed she wanted to be ready. Her dream did come true as she ended up being the first of us to be married and have children. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding. One of my friends dreamed of starting his own company and making lots of money. The last time I saw him, decades ago, he was a salesman. He seemed happy. Many of my friends went right to work after high school, got married in a while and had kids. Now they’re grandparents. Some became social workers, nurses and teachers. They all seemed happy with their choices. One became a nun, but she left after a while. I don’t know what she does now.

When asked, I would usually answer teacher because it was an easy answer, but there was far than that to my dreams. I saw myself as an adventurer wearing a safari jungle hat and safari clothes while riding in a Land Rover which bumped up and down on roads not deserving of the name. I could see myself on a boat drifting down the Amazon or the Nile. I wasn’t picky. I was in the jungle and I was in the desert. A desert nomad and I shared bush tea in a tent near an oasis. I’d read adventure stories and put myself into the exploits. I would travel to so many places and see the world. I am a dreamer who grew up but has never stopped dreaming.

“For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.”

October 5, 2014

When I woke up, I checked outside my bedroom window and saw sunlight. The world appears to be aglow. The leaves are patterned with light and shadow and are moving just a bit in the slight breeze. The sun has moved into its autumnal phase and has a cooler light. I stood on the deck for a bit, watched Gracie in the yard and took in the sun but wished it were warmer.

Gracie and I are going to the dump today. It will be crowded. I figure the rain of the last three or four days kept people away. I know I chose to stay home and just kept adding trash to the trunk. I still have one more bag and some newspapers. It will be a monumental dump run.

Nothing much is happening. The only people I saw this week were cashiers. The phone was my chief means of communication with family and friends. Nothing much was happening with them either. Either we are all quite boring or we are just slowing down to get ready for the oncoming winter, the inside season.

One branch of leaves on one of the trees in the backyard is orange. None of the other leaves have changed so this stands out among many. I wonder why.

When I was a kid, I loved the leaves changing color this time of year and never really cared why. It was enough for me that they were beautiful and so many colors. I knew the shadows of trees and the shadows of my friends and me on our walks to school would be different somehow, but I never cared why. All of it was part of the landscape, a part of the changing season and that was enough for me.

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