Daydreams


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Daydream Believer 

It’s been one of those days. You know the ones I mean, the days when nothing seems to go right, when even the smallest task seems to take forever because some little minor thing goes wrong.  I tried to write a blog post, nothing showed up in the text box. I had typed nearly 200 words before I looked at my blank white box and asked  ‘ What the heck?’

I tackled the dishes that were left from last night –  because last night I had other things to do besides housekeeping.  The  dishwasher hadn’t been emptied, therefore that had to be done first. The  dish drainer was full of those hand-washed items.  Would someone please tell me why those brownies boycott my house?   Where are they when you need them or do they only go to the cobbler’s house?  When I ran the water in the sink to rinse off the dishes, and soak a few because, well, I had let them sit overnight and marinara sauce forms a  sort of organic based BONDO.

The plug that fits down in the sink?  Yeah,  it broke and the sink won’t hold water now.

After running far more water than I had planned to, I had two baskets of clean laundry that needed to be sorted and put away.  Then, well  I’m sure that nearly  every one of you are familiar with the routine.  The domestic duties never cease.  The counter top remains clean until someone needs a drink, then a snack.  Before you know it that one glass has multiplied into 5 glasses,  3 coffee cups, 4 plates, a saucepan, a skillet, silverware,  a pitcher with tea residue in it, and who in the world got  out the muffin pan and why is it covered in some greasy slime?

This is when  the daydreaming begins:  The tropical beach calling our names, the palm trees swaying a rhythmic chant while  a lone sailboat drifts calmly across crystalline waters, some guy named Javier in a tropical shirt and pale blue shorts bearing fruity drinks with tiny umbrellas . . .

“MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM”  The record scratches across the mental vinyl as I glance at my daughter with her hands on her hips.  ” I’ve been talking to you for  the last ten minutes and you didn’t listen to a thing I said.”  The lip goes out, the arms cross over her chest, the furrow in her brow deepens as her teeth are now clenched.

“What?  I’m sorry I was just thinking.”  As I scrub harder on the greasy muffin pan, I turn angled  to where I can see her as she repeats  for me.  It’s never a life threatening matter.  It’s never  a real emergency, but when they want your attention they want it undivided.   I can be a very good listener, but when I am daydreaming about somewhere I’d rather go, . . . sorry what were we talking about again?

After tackling the chores that  needed the most attention, and hearing my daughter tell me about her latest dissection in biology class and the guy that sits at her table that she had to take over  dissecting because he was squeamish, and how he  acted like he was about to kiss her, she grabbed yet another glass because  apparently no one besides me reuses their glass when all they had in it was water.  Content now that I’d listened to the high and low point of her day, I had  approximately 45 minutes  of so-called free time.

I don’t know how the rest of the world views this free time but for me it’s the  small snippets of time that are  for writing, or writing related activities such as  reading and research.  I grabbed myself a glass of tea, and  went outside in the glorious sunshine with pens and notepad in hand.  Ahhhhhhhh!

The sun warming my skin reminded me that next time I should use some sunscreen.   I managed to jot down key points for 3 scenes,  with my wind chimes tinkling in the background before my daughter found me.  Oh well, it’s time to prepare dinner anyway.

Perhaps one night we can manage to  bring our glass of wine to the patio and maybe light a fire in the fire pit.  OOH!  I should buy some graham crackers, chocolate bars and marshmallows and maybe even some  hot dogs and we’ll have ourselves a wiener roast over the open fire for our dinner on the patio!

Right, tomorrow’s agenda includes a trip to the grocery store.  Where are those delivery boys when you need them Vicki?

What do you daydream about?  Do you enjoy being the domestic goddess or  are they chores to you?  I think y’all know quite well that if I had my way I’d be prosperous enough to hire a housekeeper!  Only problem is, I’d have to clean before they got here.  Ironic, I know!

Write on my friends,  and don’t forget to dream today!

 

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6 comments on “Daydreams

  1. I try hard not to types directly into the blog, you know a year+ ago when I was blogging, as I kept losing too much work. I was getting in the habit of typing it in Word or in memo and then copying it over & cleaning it up as it was much safer & I had a backup in case the Internet gremlins came and ate my website again.

    I mostly daydream about not being bedridden and finally taking some of the domestic chores back from my husband. Not because I like doing them but it’s not fair that he works & does most of the household chores.

    Reuse a glass ewww gross. I’m just learning how to do that myself. It took a while for it to stop grossing me out.

    Glad you got some writing done.

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    • If all you have is water or tea in a glass and you are going to refill that glass with the same substance, it’s no different than the waitress refilling your glass in a restaurant. I don’t reuse the same glass the next day, that would be gross. Besides in the morning I need a coffee cup for coffee.
      As to the typing directly in the blog – I don’t know what’s up with WordPress, but I don’t have my editing tool bar, and I CAN’T type directly in the box. Also, I can’t edit my post or run spell check! I suppose it is a good learning experience to get in the habit of typing into a document first in case as you said the gremlins come to dine again!
      That’s a pretty good daydream Tasha -when I first injured my back and wasn’t able to do anything, I didn’t complain about the domestic chores. In fact I was thankful that I was able to tackle them. Thanks for putting things into perspective for me again!

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  2. I day dream about being able to write. Finish that fourth book, and start on something else. Dishes–yeah. Most of what’s in the dishwasher starts with the letter C: cat food dishes, coffee cups, and cereal bowls. Our kids are grown and gone, but the two of us still seem to track dirt into the house. Someone’s gotta clean up. I mopped the kitchen floor for the first time in months today. I re-use the same cup, bowl, spoon, and coffee mug for a week before I put it in the dishwasher. I daydream about a tiny house on a huge piece of land, while my husband would like nothing better than a big house on a big piece of land. Hope he finds a domestic to take care of that house. I’ll be out in the yard–gardening or writing.

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    • My husband wants a lot of acreage, a moderate sized house, and I think he still fantasized about that June Cleaver image – LOL. I’d be content with a small house on a beach somewhere, with wood-floors, curtains fluttering in the breeze in the afternoon, and a boat of course! I could relax and write for hours on a boat! Maybe I should set that as a goal!

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  3. Oh yes, where are those delivery boys when you need them? I always write my blog posts in Word then CCP, just in case something happens and they go ‘Poof!’

    I daydream about meeting a certain Swedish goalie, finding enough time in the day to complete everything that needs completed, and traveling to Greece.

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    • AFter reading both your and Tasha’s post, I am rethinking my methodology. I certainly don’t like it when the gremlins show up and wipe things out. I may start doing my first draft in a document then apply the CCP method.
      I can so see you daydreaming about that – of course!

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