Saturday, January 7, 2012

The Mansion

While I was visiting my parents house I had an interesting dream.

Someone I barely knew bequeathed to me a mansion.  The architecture was typical of South Florida.  There were many rooms, and for a moment during the dream I felt as if I'd dreamed about the house before.  It was deja vu during a dream which is a very odd sensation.  There were grand bathrooms and large bedrooms, Tile floors and vaulted ceilings.  Two things stood out to me above everything else and took up the majority of the dream.

The first was the library.  Although it wasn't nearly as big as a public library, it was significantly larger than any library I've seen inside a home.  The floors were white marble with tan veins, and there were roman columns throughout the room.  It looked like an ancient library out of a movie.  The walls were at least two stories high with bookshelves lining them almost to the ceiling.  Every shelf was completely stocked with books.  To my amazement, there were also four aisles of bookshelves in the middle of the room, stretching out at least 40 feet each.  These shelves were lined on both sides with books and were about 8 feet high.  I could not see over them while standing.  There were no chairs in this room, indicating that the reader was encouraged to take the book of choice elsewhere to read in comfort. 

As I gazed in wonder at what I'd been given I knew immediately that I would never be able to read all of the books in my lifetime.  I also knew that I had many beloved books at home that I would want to store in this room after my family moved into the house to occupy it.  I sent out notices to many of my homeschooler friends and told them of my fortune.  I asked everyone to please come and look at my library and take whatever books they wanted. These would be gifts to them, and not to be returned to me. 

Soon there were many homeschool moms perusing the titles of my library, carrying out stacks of books with my blessing.  As they looked I decided to see what else was in the house.  I stepped through the grand double door entrance to the library and found myself in the second place that stood out to me. 

I found myself in a room that was obviously supposed to be the main living room.  It wasn't nearly as large as the library, but was much larger than any living room I'd ever seen.  There were about a half dozen seating areas arranged.  Most of the furniture was antique, camelback sofas, and wingchairs flanked by occaisional tables with slender curved legs. 

The thing that stood out to me the most about this room was not the volume of funiture, but the exterior walls.  The room was situated on a corner of the house, and both of the exterior wall were completely missing.  They had been lowered into the ground and the top edges of the wall were like concrete tiles leading onto a large patio.  The location of the longest wall was also about 10 feet from a sidewalk where anyone could simply step over the small edging of grass, cross the brick pavers of the patio, and enter the room at will. 

Unlike the library, I did not wish to give away any of the furniture, though I had plenty to spare.  I was concerned about protecting my privacy, not wishing anyone to enter the room uninvited.  I looked for a way to raise the walls back up, so the room (and thus the house) would not be open to intruders.  I looked forward to inviting guests to visit, but I did not want strangers stealing anything.  I was also concerned about the weather typical to south florida and the inherent moisture damage that could occur in such an open environment.  I wondered how long the walls had been down, and noted that the furniture was still in excellent condition despite the exposure to the elements. 

My husband found a way to raise the walls and as they were going up, I awoke and the dream was ended.  Before I was fully awake I saw that the walls had several large windows in them and I was glad that there was such a large amount of natural light pouring into the room. 

Friday, January 6, 2012

It's My Birthday

Another year has passed, and a new one has just begun in my life.  I was hoping I could write this jaw-dropping, deeply thought-provoking blog that everyone would ooh and ahh over.

Sorry to disappoint.

Late last night I was planning to head to the grocery store to buy everything I need to make lasagna today.  My hubby gave me a gift of service, and went to the store for me.  He even bought me flowers.  He said he was planning to get them for me today, but since we have a busy schedule on Fridays he went ahead and got them early.

This morning I cuddled with my three beautiful girls.  Then I got up to make breakfast, and the girls helped me make the bed.

For breakfast I made French toast and bacon.  I made it more for my kids than myself.  Sometimes giving gifts to others brings so much joy to me that it's almost as if I'm the one getting the gift.  I bought some blueberry syrup at Aldi's yesterday when I went on my post-vacation restock run.  It was delicious on the French toast.

Normally my hubby takes me out for my birthday.  Because we have church on Friday nights, and because we just got back from vacation My hubby and I decided to wait until next week to celebrate my birthday.  I decided to make a nice dinner for tonight (part of the reason I needed to go shopping last night).  After chores were done I started working on the meat sauce for the lasagna.

To my surprise, just as I finished the prep work for the meat sauce, my best friend called me and asked me out to lunch.  She took me out for Mexican food (one of my favorites!!)  Then she took me to Starbucks for coffee.

While we were at Starbucks I decided to pick up a few clearanced Christmas items.  Because it was busy, the cashier rang up our coffee along with my items even though I tried to tell her that they were supposed to be separate orders.  My friend really wanted to pay for my coffee since I usually buy it when we're out together.  She was planning on paying with a gift card she was carrying, and didn't have any cash to pay for the coffee part of our order.  I looked down and saw a crumpled up bill on the floor.  It was a $10!!!  It paid for the coffee.

After I got home I finished up the lasagna prep while watching the biggest loser on my DVR, sans commercials.  While I was watching, my middle daughter brought me this card (hidden inside a large ball ornament).

Then I cleaned up a bit and vegged on the computer for a while.  I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Facebook, and updated my Bethimus Designs page.  My hubby came home early after an appointment with his endodontist, and I popped the lasagna in the oven.

When my youngest woke up, the congestion in her chest confirmed that I will be missing church tonight.  She was choking on phlegm so badly that she spit up a little.  Since I'm the nursery coordinator, it would be a bit hypocritical to take her in since the rules clearly state that no children are allowed who have thrown up in the past 24 hours.

We ate our delicious dinner as a family, except of course for my little one, who's tummy didn't fancy the heavy food.  We had navel oranges with the lasagna and my hubby and I had Virgil's soda.  Then Hubby took the older three kids with him to church, and I played computer games while my little one watched cartoons.  Oh, and I had a little bit of peppermint bark leftover from Christmas.

Well, that was my day.  It was a lot of fun (except for the little one being sick).  Goodnight.