I am a bit late this week. Calen asks us to use our imagination this week:
Imagine something wonderful happening to you in this house. What is it?
This beautiful home is situated in a small coastal town in Maine. It is my dream home and after finally making a living as a writer, I move into this home. I furnish it with old Victorian furniture, have a full library and a writing room. I celebrate with my writing friends here, having conversations over coffee. We hold workshops here, small intimate parties, and spend hours walking in the gardens discussing our favorite writers and poets. This is an idyllic dream come true. I can also see me with a partner in this home. Someone who shares my literary endeavors, a companion to live out the remainder of my days with.
If we were having coffee, I would invite you onto the front porch for a nice cup of espresso and some fresh-baked lemon cookies. It’s late afternoon and there is a cool breeze blowing. The sky is getting dark. We’ll have a storm soon.
If we were having coffee, I would beg your forgiveness for not inviting you over sooner. It’s been over a month since our last visit and I really have no excuses to offer you. Oh I could say I was busy writing, but then I am always busy writing. So that’s no real excuse. My health wasn’t failing during April, so that’s not an excuse either. Laziness, perhaps?
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how excited I am that we will begin planting our garden this upcoming week. It’s been a chilly start to May, but we have been assured that warmth is coming. Brother has already planted some basil and it is popping up nicely in little pots on the back porch. And Dad found a squash, cucumber and tomato plant that have already begun to grow out in the furtherest part of the garden. He calls them volunteers. *laughs* He’s placed soda bottles over top of them in the hopes of saving them from the birds. They may or may not yield anything.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’ve had some bouts of depression lately and have no explanation for them. Maybe it’s because of the lack of sunlight or perhaps my diet. I really don’t know. I have Bipolar and this feels very much like cycling. One day happy, the next day sad. Thursday was a very bad day for me. Yesterday so-so. Today I feel the dark clouds looming overhead and I am trying not to succumb to them. I am not on medication, so there is no telling how long this will last.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am sorry to cut this visit short, but those clouds out here are getting menacing and I would hate for you to get caught in a storm. I would give you a bag of cookies and thank you for your time. Hope to see you again next Saturday, my friends.
If we were having coffee, what would YOU tell me? Let me know in comments!
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