Of Swings and Things

While walking to school this morning, I had a sudden urge to jump on a plane and go somewhere warm so I could read my book. Remember the Bill Bryson book I was so excited about? Yup. Pretty sure I'm on h-ing chapter 3 because I barely find time to breathe, let alone do some unassigned reading. Let me describe exactly where I wanted to be: sitting on a porch swing somewhere east of the Mississppi reading my book. It's about 7:00 in the evening-- the warm summer day has cooled to a pleasant temperature and dusk is just setting in. My dog is napping just next to me after a hard day of running through the fields, there is no sound of cars, and in the backyard, there's a large plot of garden ready to be harvested starting the next day. *sigh* A girl can dream, right? On second thought, I prefer not to call this a dream because how many times to dreams actually come to pass? Let me rephrase: A girl can plan, right?

I think I get this dreaming/planning tendency from Chuls. For the past 10 years, one of Chuls' favorite past times has been to look up real estate in western PA/upstate NY and try and convince my father, or any one else for that matter, to buy. But I always have to ask myself: would I really be happier if I had those things? Or do I think I would because it's not what I have right now? Whatever the answers to those question, I still like to plan for that day when I will have what I think I want.

Something like this would work...