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Day 617:Dreams

Posted in My Life thoughts,Re Inventing Me by pishposh71 on August 14, 2011
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I have this weird dream from time to time about a house.  Against my better judgement I buy it because the actual bones of the place are amazing and I see the potential to do so much with it.  The people who live there clearly are second generation homeowners as the house is crammed full of beautiful old antiques and a insane mixture of belongings ranging from youth to adulthood.

The oddest part of the house is on the lower level where there are 6 bedrooms each equipped with a medical bathroom. Apparently this area was designed to accommodate the first generations families children who had various medical complications in their lives.  This area of the house made me uncomfortable but I saw the potential again to create a B&B idea as the house was a walkout style basement.

Anyway I bought the house, it was a good price and although I was concerned about the time it would take to make it perfect I felt it a good challenge for me.  On the day I took ownership I realized that I had my work cut out for me.  Some of the personal effects had been removed but for the better part the house remained as was, heavily cluttered with years of belongings.  There was a beautiful antique roll top desk bursting with papers and bills (I always wanted a desk like that) and it was the first thing I tidied up.

I began to worry about what I had done buying this house. About the undertaking of this job. I sat by the kidney-shaped concrete pool (we don’t have concrete pools in Canada though) and looked at the leaves floating on the water. I wondered if the pool was the only thing that was really in functioning order.

Now remember that I have had this dream many times so this is a piecing together of many dreams into one tale.

Last night I was busy taking control of a massive room on the lower level.  It was about 15 feet wide and at least 60 feet long.  It ran the entire length of the back of the house with some windows and several doors opening into the backyard. It was full of everything.  I am sure I saw at least 15 bikes, skis, snowshoes, more and more clothes in boxes, it was overwhelming to say the least.  I had 3 boys (well older teens anyway) who were helping me haul stuff outside onto a patio area. I know that’s what we did but I don’t recall actually seeing the space cleared out.  I decided this was going to be a library type hallway with some chairs and what not throughout it.

I remember going into the area with the medical bedrooms to get some books, there was a room off one bedroom full of children’s books and I thought to start a pile in one corner of my project room of all the books I could find in the house. I ended up getting the boys to do it as I just couldn’t feel comfortable in that area of the house. Those rooms make me feel very sick to my stomach.

I’m sure that there’s a lot of self exploration in this repeated dream of mine. Me, the girl who finds such happiness in the simple pleasures of design is likely processing a lifetime of demons behind that subconscious storyline.

Either way I was awake by 7am and unable to get back to sleep. I decided to write it down for once. MAybe my brain can do more with it visiting it again in the conscious word.

Part of me really hopes that one day I dream about that house being completed. I think that is really important.

 

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Day 533: Internet Cougar Status

Posted in Re Inventing Me by pishposh71 on May 22, 2011
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OK so I will be the first one to tell you that getting older sucks.  I mean your body ages, the time goes by but your brain? that still thinks the same way (well mostly the same way) as it did when you where like 20.  If you are in your twenties then this is good news for you. If you are in say maybe your late thirties then it blows.  It means that you are officially a Cougar. Shoot. Me. Now.

I came to think of this as I had a rather weird dream last night that I was hanging out with some guy who is 15 years my junior. Now before you all crinkle your noses at this I want you to think of Demi and Ashton, so don’t snub me!  It wasn’t one of THOSE dreams (I hear those happen in your fifties) but rather a nice little PG number.  In my defense I spent about and hour last night reading the back story to his blog. There are over 260 pages to it so being the uptight anal curious person I am I needed to start at the beginning (still have 150 pages to go).  The great thing about reading Ben’s story is that I can relate to it completely.  The way he has felt at various points on his journey and his humorous outlook toward things really are a mirror image of mine.So you see that although I am getting old I can still relate to the young folks and how they feel.

So because I now have this creepy little inappropriate crush on Ben’s story I thought I would add a link so you can check it out too.  Try not to be blinded by his now great success and forget about little ‘ol me still fighting to locate the new better me under this remaining 40 lbs or so.

If you read it then dont forget to take a peek at the beginning of his journey!  Ben Does Lifeis really a chapter or so ahead of me but its only a matter of time before I catch up and fully enjoy my life to its full potential.

*Edit: I am not going to lie here. Ben is a very cute guy with a wicked sense of humor but I am married so therefore will not be running away with him when I locate my super hot new body. Unless he knows about pool maintenance, then maybe I will reconsider (relates to a future post)