for pretend

Thanks so much for the well-wishes… I am feeling much better, thank you. Generally, my misery does not love company (preferring, instead, dark and quiet and flannel and Jane Austin movies) but it was incredibly encouraging to emerge from the fog and find notes commiserating and cheering me on.

Thanks, you.

Just for pretends, let’s say you get to buy yourself ANYTHING you want.  Anything.

Me? Oh, I’m on it.  I call dibs on this sweater:

these boots:

and this donkey (his name shall be Burrito):

Seems like I’ve dreamed of Frye boots before.  Interesting. My tastes have significantly changed, though… thank goodness I didn’t go through with the last dream.  Now, the donkey… I mean, honestly. I need him. I NEED HIM. Please. In your free time, won’t you write a letter of recommendation and good will to my husband and tell him you are in favor of adding a donkey to the TexasNorth pastures? I need your help.

While you were sleeping, Abby and I winged our way to California. I know, right?! My brother is being promoted today (to Major. In the US Air Force. It’s kind of a big deal.) and we wanted to be in all the photos.  PLUS, there’s the little matter of Abby’s new cousin, Lucas, who made the trip completely and totally worth it.  If all goes well, I’ll have some postcards to post while we’re away.

Curt is at home with Ry and Gus Man until Thursday morning.  You heard me.

Now, just for kicks, what shall YOU be buying with your imaginary money?

for pretend

Over the past 2 weeks… shoot, the past month, really… our family of TexasNorth readers has hit some pretty rough road.  Bumpy, gravelly, uneven, curvy road.  There are serious financial issues, pregnancy complications, multiple miscarriages, harsh weather, awful medical diagnoses, marriage deserts, and just plain junk floating around out there in our community.

I figure, in light of everything and as the sun peeks out today for ever-so-brief a moment, we should escape.  So.  Forget your bills.  Forget your laundry in the washer and your disproportionate body.  Forget your nosy neighbor and your kid who has started pinching people. Forget your floors and your job and that one project that is staring at you.

Let’s pretend.

I’m giving you (and me) any amount of money. We’re going to go shopping for a couple of things you’ve always wanted but are too smart to buy.  Then, we’re going to go on a vacation where the food is free and everyone gets along (because we’re not taking anyone you know).

My treat.

Here are my picks:

I want this gown for delivery because it’s frivolous and pretty.

I want this laundry basket, but don’t hold it against me if I turn it into a crib.

I want these boots in a bad way.

And, I want to go to Belize and have a strawberry daiquiri on the beach while wearing this swimsuit.

I know things are gross right now.  Hard and weird and sticky and confusing.  I know there are tears and hair-pulling and restless nights.  I know you just don’t feel like your usual self… and I am so sorry.  I understand. I really do.  Hang in there.  There will come a day when forward movement is a little more obvious and a little less painful.

In the meantime, let me help you dream a little 🙂

What would you like?