I blame Oprah.
So lunch was a lovely plate of asparagus with a fried egg (as seen in Oprah's writeup of some neato improvisational cookbook) - which was yummy, but my stomach is not happy. Since my stomach wasn't happy and I felt tired, I took a nap. And during that nap I dreamt Terry and I were house-hunting.
Here's the scenario: Terry had gotten promoted or changed jobs or something and was making a lot more money (but not like millions or anything, just a decent raise) and for some reason we realized we absolutely, positively HAD to buy a house RIGHT THEN. I think we were looking in our current neighborhood, which, in our dream, was way more upscale than where we actually DO live now. Aren't dreams fun? Here's the weird stuff:
1. I had let Terry find the realtor and talk to her, I was just there to look at the houses. Now, anyone who knows me at ALL knows there's no way in hell this would ever happen. It's only through great exercise of personal restraint that I let my FRIENDS talk to their realtors themselves - it's sort of a thing with me. I AM the real estate queen of the house, you know.
2. We looked at two houses with the owners home. Both households had cows. Actually, just one cow per household, to make their own milk, you know. And they both seemed completely disenchanted with the idea. I was in heaven, but they seemed to think cows weren't as much fun as they'd imagined.
3. These houses were GORGEOUS. Built/decorated to order with the finest of materials, etc. The second house was actually two attached houses combined into one. It was full of small gas log fireplaces in reading nooks, had lots of real wood trim (like orange whitewood or something fictional like that), there was a neat spiral staircase and a huge open shop (complete with male homeowner showing me his clamps and saws) that I believe partly overlooked the cow pen, there was an indoor pool (with a fireplace in the corner - hey, my friends were there too and worrying about the effects of the moisture and heat on the piano in the room) .... and I remember it cost 2 million something-odd dollars.
4. 2 million dollars is not enough to buy that house in Southern Cali.
At this point my brain rebelled - I remember being in the dream and thinking there's no way we could afford that much, I had to go figure out what on earth Terry had told this realtor and find out why on earth we were looking at such crazy-gorgeous houses.
So that was the dream. Liked the houses lots, though in reality I rather like fixer-uppers (yes, I do, don't tell me I only think I do or I'll have to tell you all about the rehab project I did... and no one needs to hear about that) and would probably HAVE to buy a major fixer to afford property out here. And in reality we have plans NOT to buy a house for another year or so, and god only knows WHERE we'll want to buy a house - but still. I wanna buy a house now. With an indoor pool.
Here's the scenario: Terry had gotten promoted or changed jobs or something and was making a lot more money (but not like millions or anything, just a decent raise) and for some reason we realized we absolutely, positively HAD to buy a house RIGHT THEN. I think we were looking in our current neighborhood, which, in our dream, was way more upscale than where we actually DO live now. Aren't dreams fun? Here's the weird stuff:
1. I had let Terry find the realtor and talk to her, I was just there to look at the houses. Now, anyone who knows me at ALL knows there's no way in hell this would ever happen. It's only through great exercise of personal restraint that I let my FRIENDS talk to their realtors themselves - it's sort of a thing with me. I AM the real estate queen of the house, you know.
2. We looked at two houses with the owners home. Both households had cows. Actually, just one cow per household, to make their own milk, you know. And they both seemed completely disenchanted with the idea. I was in heaven, but they seemed to think cows weren't as much fun as they'd imagined.
3. These houses were GORGEOUS. Built/decorated to order with the finest of materials, etc. The second house was actually two attached houses combined into one. It was full of small gas log fireplaces in reading nooks, had lots of real wood trim (like orange whitewood or something fictional like that), there was a neat spiral staircase and a huge open shop (complete with male homeowner showing me his clamps and saws) that I believe partly overlooked the cow pen, there was an indoor pool (with a fireplace in the corner - hey, my friends were there too and worrying about the effects of the moisture and heat on the piano in the room) .... and I remember it cost 2 million something-odd dollars.
4. 2 million dollars is not enough to buy that house in Southern Cali.
At this point my brain rebelled - I remember being in the dream and thinking there's no way we could afford that much, I had to go figure out what on earth Terry had told this realtor and find out why on earth we were looking at such crazy-gorgeous houses.
So that was the dream. Liked the houses lots, though in reality I rather like fixer-uppers (yes, I do, don't tell me I only think I do or I'll have to tell you all about the rehab project I did... and no one needs to hear about that) and would probably HAVE to buy a major fixer to afford property out here. And in reality we have plans NOT to buy a house for another year or so, and god only knows WHERE we'll want to buy a house - but still. I wanna buy a house now. With an indoor pool.
Try asparagus with poached, rather than fried eggs, then the dreams will have houses overlooking the ocean with a certain room facing the water. By the way, your heritage is popping out again.
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