Everyone has dreams. Some hugely complicated and thought to be completely unobtainable. Some simple, even modest. Which ever slot yours falls into, you know yourself that no matter how much you may want it, sometimes, we just don't get that which we most desire. But, that's the way with dreams. You may work to achieve it for a long time, and expend loads of energy chasing it, but sometimes, for whatever reason, the fullfillment of it eludes you. That's the way it is for me, with one specific dream. Ever since I have been an adult, for all of my mumbldy-mumble years,I have always wanted a certain feature in my kitchen,(where I have spent most of my life) which is not expensive, or terribly attractive, but for one reason or another, in all the moving around I have done, I have never had a window, over my sink.And, it is all my parents fault.They are the ones who set me up for wanting that silly window.
When I was barely a teen-ager,we moved into a new house, on a choice corner lot,with a beautiful view of a woods, directly across the street from us.My Father fell in love with that view, because we had a nice picture window in the living room, and there he would sit, on nice Saturdays and Sundays, and gaze out that window. During the week, Mom and Dad both worked, and so it fell to me to be the first one home from school, and it was my job to do the straightening up from the morning rush, and that included the dishes. So, there I was, smack dab in front of that nice kitchen window, facing the same view of the woods my father enjoyed, while I did the morning dishes, started dinner,and cleaned up from that chore as well.There was a lot to see.Birds, squirrels, bunny-rabbits, and kids and thier dogs running pell-mell through the woods.In fact, there was even more traffic than I just inidicated, because on the other side of those woods, was a park, that had a lot to recommend it, but also boasted an enormouse pool, in which I spent many happy hours.No matter what the season, I would gaze out that window while sloshing around in the dishwater, and before I knew it, I was done.My head was filled with dreams as I worked.Thinking of the time ahead, when dinner would be over, or at least well begun, and Mom or Dad would be home, and I could take my dog Honey and go tramping through the woods myself.We would go leaping over fallen logs, chasing bunnies through the underbrush, and observe from close up all the wonderful wildlife for ourselves, and of course, when we got tired, there was always a fallen log, or stump for us to sit on, to catch our breath. Honey and I would sit there as twilight gathered, and then hear," Time for dinner!" As my folks called me in, and we would run home.They always knew where I had gone, and usually, could see me, from the kitchen window, or the picture window.
From that day to this, I have wanted that window, to be able to stand and do the dishes,and look out on the back yard, and watch my children play. To observe who was walking or driving by, or just to see if it was raining, or snowing. Now, I realize that I probably will never have that window. But still, and all, I can dream about it, and smile.
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