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Tom Kollenborn - Lost Dutchman
This stunning scene moves my soul. Oh the wonders of our media-centric world. |
Sitting out on my garage swing smiling, enjoying the wonderful September day ( yes, I know it's August 3 and Ma would be 110 tomorrow) lovely thoughts came streaming through my head. I was thinking about what I could do if my ships came in. (I need plural ships. Trust me on that.) Just plain delightful thoughts. I could buy the sixty or so acres above our two and put up a guest house where we would live while this comfortable old house was restored to its primitive homeliness. As we were living in the cottage, complete with three bedrooms with baths, vast living room, kitchen combination and a glorious library cum study we could have a few acres cleared for a flying circle; place for a bike track next to the walking paths; viewing stands for the remote control vehicles of every sort: air, sea and land. We would also need another ruggedly built house for the full time gardener and a monster garage for his equipment and my Porsche. As I was laughing and almost fell out of the swing I realized how contented I am with our life. We continue to have a good run at living and loving to the best of our abilities. Pretty damn good. Bien sur, we would still be visiting all and sundry and hope they would come home some what often! And that's the way it is on this clear, dry, bright cool evening.
Quote: It is worth a thousand pounds a year to have the habit of looking on the bright side of things. ____Johnson
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