So many things I'd have enjoyed as a kid, or young adult, that I now think... meh. Or, ugh. A pool. Oh, I so wanted someday to have a proper pool to swim in. Now, even if we are at a motel with one, I don't really feel any draw. Swimming in chlorine? Putting on a bathing suit? SO expensive to build and maintain. I'll take a long hot shower and call it good. A fireplace? Smoke, in my lungs, and ash on everything, has to heat up all the bricks to be proper warm, naw. Parachuting? Rappelling, abseiling?
Ok, well, I think that would still be amazing. Have to take care of old knees, though.
Akin to all the "wonderful" foods, desired when one is hungry or malnourished, that lose their intense appeal once the body is fed. Haven't eaten Pringles for 20+ years, nor Nutella for a bit less, yet at one time. Well, it's easy to wish when one is far from realization. Reality in the face requires more practical choices.
Once dreamt of visiting all over the world, rootless and roving. Traveling has gotten more difficult globally, it's not just us. Partly us, not only. And House provides a lot of what travel once did. Beauty and Comfort especially.
Again, dreaming of feasts when starving, then once a good solid meal is available, the hunger for fancy excess drains away. For me, anyway. Never being a greedy sort. Or easily pleased. Take your pick.
Saw a gorgeous rocking chair, though. Rounded, swirling wood, beautiful. I kept my distance, admiring the skill, avoiding empathy.
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I know the feeling. Though I'd still like a fireplace. Like the one the BRD has: gas, comes on instantly and not only that she can turn it on or off from across the room with a remote control! Now THAT'S luxury.
yeah, tis true. i think of husbands, the kind i'd have imagined for myself as a teenager - handsome and romantic and perfect, versus what i ended up with - hilarious and loving and warm and absolutely perfectly imperfect and i would NEVER even consider a switcheroo.
we have a pool. it's a life saver here, and though the learning curve was steep, we're getting a lot of use out of it and love it. but once we're gone, we're done. unlike texas, having a pool in most of canada makes zero sense.
but i get your drift: we live, we learn, we change our minds, and we tweak our desires to the growing awareness of who we have become as opposed to who we think we are or who we once were. i think that's maturity, though some never seem to reach it.
A lovely post, and one which has special meaning at this time. There's just too much "Blergh" around.
Cat,
That does sound lovely. We all probably have something we wanted then that we would still really love.
pc,
So glad you've had that while in Texas. I get pistachios whenever I want.
Tom,
I expect you've been updating your essentials rather madly. Are you doing ok?
Think of it this way: your cats would take over the rocking chair in no time and if it's a caned one like in your picture, they'd love to "rework" the pattern. Mine did more or less instantly.
But wanting and wishing something is a good exercise. I want to move to live by the sea again - without having to move from my home of course.
Doing just fine, thank you.
I think I wanted a rocking chair once, now the thought of a dog's paws, or indeed a cat's tail, accidentally caught under the descending rocker makes me squirm.
Having done the fireplace thing for nearly twenty years I don't care if we don't have another, though a good closed woodburner, if we weren't relying on it as principal heating, would be OK. Or a wood granule stove, which apparently gives some of the same feel-good factor, but lights just like the gas one Cat describes, by a remote. Only then you're still reliant on electricity, which rather defeats something of the purpose.
Sabine,
Yeah, the cats would like the chair. I couldn't even watch them, the very idea makes me a bit queasy. I try to want what I could reasonably get. I like to think about experiences I'd enjoy, without going so far as wishing.
Tom,
Good.
Lucy... yeah, right with you. This is when Dylan realized he would never get an RC blimp, because it would bother his cats. Growing up with a coal furnace, I should have realized how dirty fireplaces are. We have one, and in a long power outage, could use it. I'd have to be pretty cold first. A gas stove does mean I can cook and make tea.
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We have one rocking chair in our house. When the kids were wee we used it as a comfortable aid to assist in getting them to sleep. For the past three or five years, it has mostly been a laundry holder.
Still got the rocking chair , invaluable for calming distraught toddlers ( and mothers ) ... but now , in my dotage , I want a porch swing and a porch to put it on .
Failing that , a hoist to get me up off the couch might be good .
Phil,
I'm sure it's a common enough nursing aid, and child soother. I always figured I'd have a nice one when I got older. Granny-like.
S&S,
I could use the hoist...
The style of that rocker is quite nice. But I'd never use it (I get woozy). I have for decades and still do yearn for a brew kitchen and a lagering cellar. Prost!
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