Song of the day: Did You Ever See A Dream Walking? - Bing Crosby

"Something very strange and mystic happened to me
Something realistic and as weird as can be
Something that I feared somehow is now endeared to me
What a funny feeling…odd, and yet so true
Did a thing like this ever happen to you?...- Harry Revel/ Mack Gordon"

My, oh my...It is Thursday already! This past week has already become such a blur! This is one of the primary reasons why I try to log something every day; as I have forgotten many things already. Let's see, the highlights:

Monday morning, December 1, I realized that our family insurance coverage provided by my place of employment finally "kicked in". We received the wallet-sized insurance cards a few weeks ago...now they are activated. "M", my fellow co-worker and I both breathed a sigh of relief. We are finally "official", and are no longer in a state of "health care limbo". She and I both shared stories about how we lay in bed late Sunday night, waiting for one minute after midnight...waiting for November 30 to magically turn into December 1. Mercifully, it finally did...One problem at least, over and behind us; one problem resolved; one huge hurdle overcome for both our families. We did it. Both of us with "full houses" of husbands and children, played the game of "Healthcare Poker"... and won.

Tuesday?...I really can't remember...any of it. (This is sad)

Wednesday, I did not do much in the way of anything hugely constructive. Dad had his appointment with the doctor. They did not need for me to take him, as both Mom's schedule(and mind) were clear enough for them to address Dad's radiology treatment appointment, and drive themselves. However, I will be here when and if, they ever need me. Wednesday night: I have made another "book-on-tape" disciple, with my fellow co-worker "M". I turned her on to the joy of it all. She tells me that she does not know how she ever survived without it, and has thanked me profusely! I have lost my new friend of nearly eight weeks to "Memoirs of a Geisha". On occasion, we will make cross-eyed, funny faces at each other across the room, but hardly ever speak any more...not since I have shown her the way to "escape".

"Did you ever hear a dream talking? Well, I did..."

Last night, for some unknown reason, I decided to switch my reading (listening) materials, and started another "book-on-tape"(CD) "Message in A Bottle". (I have the ability to alternate books, and read several simultaneously, while not losing my place in any of them) The setting: Wilmington, NC.

"Did you ever have a dream thrill you...with "Will you be mine?"

I listen intently, while looking at my computer screen. Within moments, the documents that I am working on are all Wilmington, NC documents. Later, when I go on break, I pull out a magazine that highlights coastal living (This all happens within an hour and a half). In this particular issue, there is a beach cottage featured. It is a two-bedroom cottage house plan, that I have been looking at every single night for nearly three weeks now. In this same magazine, there is also a travel article about Wilmington, NC, that I had never noticed before. I first saw this magazine, back in November; in a hospital waiting room, while waiting to see my father. It called to me from a place across the room; then stayed with me in a place within my heart. I decided to take it home with me...just to borrow. Every night since I stole (borrowed?) the magazine from the hospital waiting room, I look at the picture. Looking back at my previous blog entries, I pinpoint the date of my "borrowing" this magazine, as being on Friday, November 14. This means that I have been lusting after this coastal dwelling for at least three weeks.

It is a two bedroom cottage, designed to be built by the sea. Actually, the definition is described as "inlet cottage". I come home and ask my husband if I am, in some way, subconciously trying to manipulate events in my mind, in an effort to try to make them work. He tells me that he does not know. I have shown him this house in the past, and he has appeared to be unmoved and unfazed. He says that, while the house is nice; there are not enough bedrooms...where will the guests sleep?...etc;...I become slightly annoyed...but soon it hits me like a ton of bricks: This is not his fault. He is totally unable to see my vision, because this is not his dream. This dream is mine.

"Oh it's so grand...and it's too, too divine"

And so, this morning, I visit a fellow blogger's site, where she mentions "Wilmington" (not sure if it is Delaware or North Carolina...I'll have to ask her) and then I go back to the book, "Coastal Living", April 2008 issue; and find the page (page 46), and the house. There is not a direct webpage link to it, so I go to the webpage, enter in the approximate dimensions of the house, and very shortly, I see the house of my dreams. Although I will be more than willing to share my dream with loved ones and friends, my dream is my own and is not attached to anyone else's. However, the magazine is not mine. I will need to return it soon...;back to its place in the hospital waiting room, where perhaps, it will start a spark, to light up someone else's dream. I want this house.

"Well, the dream that was walkin' and the dream that was talkin'..."

And soon I declare: One day I will have this house. This house is mine.

"...and the heaven in my arms was you..."


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PS...My sister just sent me this. It took a while for me to "get it", but I think it is worth sharing...

One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that was going on. So he called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time. When he returned, he told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not.

God thought for a moment and said, 'Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.'

So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time.

When the angel returned he went to God and said, 'Yes, it's true.The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.'

God was not pleased. So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good, because he wanted to encourage them, and give them a little something to help them keep going.

Do you know what the e-mail said?

Okay, I was just wondering, because I didn't get one either.

Have a good day!