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“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you’ve imagined.”

March 21, 2013

The clouds still blanketed the sky when I woke up, but I am passed caring. The dull, dark days have been the norm for months or even years: I’ve lost count. The sun appears periodically during a piece of the day, and I get so excited by the sight of if I think we should all dance in the streets wearing brightly colored clothes and flowers in our hair to commemorate the occasion. Then the sun disappears and toys with us no more. Today has just become one of those days. The sun has broken through the clouds, and the sky is turning blue. It’s cold, but it’s sunny. I’m okay with that.

Happy spring! We celebrated yesterday with our annual ceremony: sunrise at the beach, a few songs and then breakfast. Yesterday, though, was a bit different. It was so cold Clare, Tony and I sat in the car and waited. When the sun rose above the water, we ran out for pictures and sang Morning has Broken at a quick pace then ran back into the car to sing Rockin’ Robin. Usually we find a shell to remember the day, but this year we didn’t. The sand was hard and the wind was whipping so much none of us wanted to brave the elements to go down by the water. We watched the sun for a bit then left the beach and went to a new spot for us for breakfast called Good Friends. It is a small place with a paneled pine wall on one side, very old Cape Cod interior decorating still found in some rental cottages. My breakfast was delicious. When I got home, I went back to bed.

My back is troublesome, wincing, yelping troublesome. Luckily I had my yearly physical yesterday, and the doctor gave me some pills to alleviate the pain, and he wants my back x-rayed. I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ve already taken this morning’s pills, and now I’m ready to dance. I will, of course, be wearing my brightly colored clothes.

When I was little, I had a million dreams. None of them had to do with money or being rich. They were dreams of adventure and daring and seeing the world. I’ve been lucky and have lived many of those dreams. This morning, while I was waiting for the monkey poop coffee to drip, I watched the birds through the window and thought about dreams, my now dreams. Amazingly they haven’t really changed much though money has crept in as a part of those dreams. I want to go to Botswana on a safari and see the Okavango Delta, and I want one more trip to Ghana. Both of those are expensive so I got to thinking about an austerity campaign to save money. I like my creature comforts, but I figure giving up a few is a small sacrifice to fulfill some dreams.

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“Dreams are necessary to life.”

May 10, 2012

The rain has finally stopped. It’s been two days, and it stopped only about a half hour ago. Yesterday I went to the dump and was the only car there. It was pouring. Everyone else was too smart to get soaken wet dumping trash. Even Gracie wouldn’t stick her head out the window. I didn’t grocery shop but picked up a few things to tide me over. I was far too wet and cold after the dump to go anywhere else.

I think the rain has dampened my mood. It’s a blah feeling a bit of sun could cure. Today I need to buy dog food and make a stop at the post office, neither of which will in any way brighten my day.

Last night I was strolling through the internet with no set address in mind. I found tree houses which I’d love in my yard. It would be my summer-house. I pictured a rope walk from the deck to my tree house which would be one big room with walls of windows and screen. I’d have a bed there, a bookcase and a table and chairs. That would be enough. Gracie and I would sleep among the trees all night long and listen to the night birds and to the peepers from the small pond at the end of the street.

I also found yurts, and I imagined mine among the trees in the backyard. That would be my winter escape. The walls would be covered in heavy, colorful rugs and cloth and all the furniture would be comfy with lots of cushions. There would be a wood stove right in the middle. The few windows would be glass to keep the cold at bay. The lights would shine among the trees. I’d be cozy and warm.

I am content with my lot in life and seldom ask for much; however, I do sometimes dream I’ve won the lottery. I never buy tickets as I’m not lucky that way, but I still dream. I’d have that tree house, maybe even a yurt tree house, and I’d travel some more. That would be more than enough.

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“Things are more like they are now than they have ever been.”

February 25, 2012

The weather is 43° and sunny but cool and windy. It’s also one of those days, the sort you get stuck with every now and then and could do without if given a choice. Last night I woke up so many times I’m still tired. I remember a weird dream about a college in Oklahoma I was attending. I went there on a bus where I met another student, Louise, also going my way. My uncle came to visit, and I didn’t recognize him which made sense because I don’t have that specific uncle in real life. He walked up the stairs toward me and we shook hands. I remember he had great eyes, beautiful brown eyes, and was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I gave him a tour of the campus which was quite crowded then invited him to come to class with me. That’s the last I remember as I woke up for about the third time. The dog, sensing I was awake, moved around and curled up next to me. I fell back to sleep for a couple more hours but don’t remember any other dreams. It was a weird night.

I never thought about the extra day in a leap year. I knew about February from the month rhyme, “Except in Leap Year, that’s the time When February’s Days are twenty-nine,” but I never stopped to think about the implication: a leap year has 366 days. That’s like getting an extra day as a gift, a sort of crossing the international date line without really going anywhere. They never mentioned it in school. I was always taught 365 days; they just left off any mention of the extra. I guess they didn’t want us confused.

I do have a couple of errands to do today so I’ll have to face the world regardless of my mood. My hope is not to run into anyone I know. Pleasant isn’t on my to-do list.

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“Grin like a dog and wander aimlessly.”

June 10, 2011

The thunder and lightning were tremendous last night. It was an amazing storm. My room lit up several times from the lightning, and the house was shaken by the thunder overhead. I loved every minute of it. Yesterday was ugly and hot. Today is cool and dry, a gift from the storm. The sunlight seems muted. It lacks the glare the heat brings. The next few days will be in the 70’s and the nights in the 50’s. I think that is perfect weather.

My passport came back yesterday with its Ghanaian visa. I’ve looked at that visa at least three times. The handwriting is typically Ghanaian: beautifully written with a flourish. I am now official!

When I was a kid, I dreamed of faraway places. My geography book was a wish book filled with pictures of where I dreamed I could be. I saw myself on Corcovado Mountain in Rio standing below the giant statue of Christ the Redeemer. I went up the Amazon, I wandered coffee plantations, and I saw the sphinx in Egypt, all in my imagination. No one I knew traveled just for the sake of traveling. Marty Barrett went to England to visit his grandmother, but that was the only place he went. Riding on an airplane was a part of my dream.

I once sneaked to Logan Airport with my uncle from my grandmother’s house. It was quite a long walk, miles, but I didn’t care. I stood on the observation deck of one of the old wooden Logan hangers and watched the planes coming and going. From displays I took brochures describing airlines and hotels. I wandered the airport watching people with their suitcases getting in lines to board planes. I was both wistful and jealous.

When I got back to my grandmother’s, my parents were livid, but I thought that a small price to pay for a great adventure. A few days later, I started reading the brochures, cut out pictures and began an album of my trip. I described the plane ride and flying in the clouds. Pictures of my hotel rooms had arrows pointing to my bed. All the wonderful sights we saw in the different cities were pasted on the pages and described by me in a first person account.

I filled the whole album with wishes and a dreams.

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“Grin like a dog and wander aimlessly.”

March 26, 2011

Last night it was in the 20’s. Today it should get as warm as 39°. If I’m sounding facetious, you’re right. Even the sun and the blue sky aren’t inviting. I’m glad the feeders are filled so I don’t have to venture to the deck. From the window, I can see a few goldfinches munching. Their colors are still winter muted. My friends the chickadees are also here. They are such lively birds I love watching them. In summer they zoom over my head as I sit on the deck, and they let me stand close to them as they eat. I have tried feeding them from my hand, but I get impatient. Maybe this summer I’ll learn to wait.

I’m reading during the day, but I find myself house bored. I’m almost thinking of cleaning out cabinets but I don’t want to go too crazy. My back feels good today after yesterday and a day of nothing so I suppose I could give it another day. I want to be out and about with dog and camera taking a ride, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.

My imagination has always been the favorite part of my mind. When I was a kid, I’d read books and picture the characters and where they lived. I’d visit ancient lands and foreign cities. I’d dream of places that have long been gone and visit places I never imagined I’d actually see. My geography book was almost like a novel to me. The pictures were of cities, mountains, rivers, statues, and camels in long lines crossing the desert. I think I made that trip several times and slept in a tent decorated with bright colors, pillows and beads. I shopped in bazaars and markets. I never shared my dreams, my imaginings, with anyone.

When I was 12, my girl scout troop went to New York. We climbed the stairs at the Statue of Liberty, and I saw the city from the top of the Empire State Building. We walked through Greenwich Village, and I took in everything. The city had come alive from the pages of my geography book, and it was the most foreign place I had ever visited. I was hooked.

I knew that my dreams were now a list of places I was going to visited. They had left my imaginings and become part of my real world.

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