Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Dreamin'


To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

-- John Howard Payne from "Home Sweet Home"

Somedays we get discouraged about our little house, but it is HOME. Mustard Seed House has its own name, but if we ever move, this poem inspires me to name our next house Traveler's Rest, with the hope that there will be some traveling that requires some resting from! . . . And if I ever have a sailboat, she will be christened Wanderer. . . . And if I ever buy my dream car, it will be a Mini -- British Union Jacked to the max! I can dream, can't I?

Actually, I will settle for having all of my shoes be the slip-on (or OFF!) variety. Shoes are right up there with the French . . . .



5 comments:

TropicGirl said...

I'm trying to sell my car. People keep asking if she has a name. She/he does not. You and I are not alike in that way.
But on the topic of shoes? I hate them too. I'd be happy to be barefoot all day, every day!

Anonymous said...

YOU hate shoes? Miss "owner of more shoes than I can count"!!!

Biblioteca Chica said...

That's MRS. "owner of more shoes than I can count!" And yah, it's kind of a love-hate thing . . .

Biblioteca Chica said...

Perhaps you are referring to Tropic Girl and her shoes . . .but I think it is a genetic defect of most women -- this thing with shoes. I hate hate them -- only thing worse is socks. Those things were invented by the devil. Toes were meant to wiggle and be free! Yet we become enamored of these little dandies known as shoes and we are drawn to them as much as we are repelled by them. It is one of the unfathomable mysteries of the the universe! he he

LarryG said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP6us-ZeiSk&feature=related

It's not Home Sweet Home ... but it's close...