Monday, March 24, 2008

In My Mind, I'm Goin' to Carolina

This is a brief description of my day today. Laptop, laptop, book, book, book. Laptop, laptop, book, book, book. Oh, fine, sue me. So I went to the gym. But guess what I was looking at while I sat on the exercise bike? Book, book, book. And now I'm blogging. Laptop, laptop. Guess what's next? Book, book, book. So here I am. But this is where I wish I were:



Today I wish I were back at my parents home. If I were back home, I could be doing so many fun things. I could be playing with the dogs. My mother has collected six of them over the years, and I've been justly accused of telling each and every one of them that they are my favorite, but don't tell the others, ok? I could be checking out my dad's beehives. He just got a new beekeeper suit that ought to fit me, and we could check on this year's honey crop. I could be going for a walk in the woods with the dogs, looking to see if I can spot any cool birds, or find the beavers under their dam in the Little River. I could be teaching my little brother Bug how to skip stones in the pond. I could be in the cool and quiet hayloft in our barn, looking out the door over the pasture at our neighbors' horses. I could be chopping firewood. I could be turning the compost pile, or planting tomatoes and zucchini and sweet peas in the garden. And as evening fell I could be sitting on the front porch with my dad, listening to my mom play her guitar inside after she put Bug to sleep. And we would count the deer as they gathered in the pasture.

I wish I were back in North Carolina, very far away from the laptop, laptop, book, book, book.

10 comments:

Erin said...

OH OH me TOOOOOO!!
Oh my GAWD I was just thinking the same thing today and this is why:
Finally snapped after 2-year-old ran me absolutely ragged with 15 tantrums and numerous other valencias. Put SELF into "time-out" in my room so that I could have personal tantrum including (but not limited to) yelling f-bombs into pillows, then beating said pillows to bloody pulp and ripping sheets from bed while jumping up and down. Felt like seething volcano of fury, then realized that if I still had BEST stress-reliever ever parked magically in own personal and imaginary boathouse next to pristine and endless private river that mom's crazy psychotic episode would not have been necessary.

Let's just hope tomorrow is a better day, and as far as my dream-speed-racer-single in the backyard goes, I can ALWAYS cling to hope that someday I will be rich enough to have it. ;)

Cheasty said...

Wow, Erin. I hereby grant you my fantasy world of the day. You DEFINITELY need it more than I do!! Hope tomorrow is better, and for God's sake, get a babysitter so you can go run a marathon or something!

Alison said...

it is a good fantasy and i was glad to live vicariously through it :-) something tells me that's more than a fantasy for just today. laptop laptop laptop...

Cheasty said...

Ooh, busted! You've found me out -- I live in hopes of being an archetypal Jeffersonian yeoman farmer. One day, one day...

Judy said...

we should start a bt female co-op. Alison will be our ken burns. you will keep the honey coming, i'll knit us some potholders while Suppi will act out Bollywood scenes every night. heh.

don't drink the kool-aid.

Alison said...

brilliant idea Judy! when can we start? will your landlord mind if we start the co-op in his backyard??

Cheasty said...

Yay, a cummerbund coop! I'm in.

Judy said...

The landlord will be thrilled I tell ya! I'll set up the tent tonight, ladies. = )

Sam Marie said...

can i be the chocolate and wine fairy in said co-op?

Cheasty said...

now accepting applications. please submit three letters of reference, a recently updated CV, your GRE scores, and bribes of any amount you feel is appropriate. ;)