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Monday, January 7, 2013

Dreams

                                                                                                                                                    1-7-2013
     It's been one of those days! One goof-up after another. My Cityiville 2 froze up and when it came back on, much to my dismay all the hard work  trying to raise bears... yes, I said bears! Chinatown, with the shops that were built or fixing to be, Other stores and a piece of newly bought property and one property I had ready to buy, and less than half the money I had saved up were gone. All gone! I almost cried. Then hubby had a phone call from the lawyers working on his SS disability, they lost some medical papers. Good grief!....
    Then I saw this picture on the screen of my computer....














      Isn't  it beautiful? So peaceful....... mmmmmmmmm! I can see myself walking down this road. Frozen mud scrunches under my boots. My big Irish Setter "Red" pads softly alongside me, his breath coming out small white puffs. The icy bite of cold turning my cheeks a rosy pink and the winter wind tugging wisps of my hair out from under my cap. I pull the collar of my coat higher up around the scarf at my neck and smile a secret smile to myself, My thoughts are of my log cabin home nestled in a small sheltered glen by a frozen creek. My husband is waiting there by a warm cosy fire in the fireplace. He has my a cup of hot cocoa ready and he's toasting cheese sandwiches to a golden brown on the hearth.
      We have no worries. We have plenty of firewood, plenty of water, plenty of groceries. No bills. Soon I will round the bend, stop long enough at the barn to give my two horses and a couple of cows, some hay, a hug and then on to the house. I slip inside, quiet as a mouse. I watch my husband carefully turning the sandwiches. Still smiling, I hang up my coat and put up my winter gear. Red has already flopped down by the fireplace. I walk over, kiss my husband on the back of his neck and sink down in my comfortable chair. Home at last.
     Hay... I write poetry, not stories! :)

 

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