Due to circumstances beyond my control.....
What do I write about today? There's not much left ya know. I could sit here an' bitch an' moan bout all my aches an' pains, but that gets old. I could sit here an' tell ya bout some fabulous trip I took some years back, but that's in the past.....water under the bridge ya know. I could tell ya a childhood story, but I'm bout out of material to write about. I'm think'n my old life of adventure an' excitement is bout to come to a screech'n halt.
I sit over there in "that chair" an' I do me some think'n every night. Where do I want to go? What do I want to do? Is that "last dream" possible?
So today, I'm gonna talk bout that last dream. It's the only dream I got left an' it's a biggie. Much physical labor is involved. With the help of a big ol' bulldozer ya know.
I've sit over there an' try my darndest to create a new dream, an' I end up with nuttin. I've done most everthing I ever wanted to do as a youngster. I've climbed that tall mountain. I've dog paddled across that raging stream. I've picked cactus thorns out my flesh. I've swimmed two oceans....I've been to different countries. I've walked a million miles. Holy crap, what more could a person dream about?
When my last dream came to mind, it was back in 2005....or therebouts. I little piece of property to call "home". A shelter to park "Sally da house" in. A stream fed pond full on fish an' wild critters...ducks an' birds an' stuff. An' a pet chicken or two.
I've put this dream on hold for too many years. Even gave up on it one time, an' that left me with NO dream to dream about. But it never leaves my mind. I sit for hours think'n bout "home". I research on the internet, look'n for that perfect piece of property. There is no perfect piece of property. I've researched ownership in RV parks. Gave that idea up real quick like when I find out a bulldozer ain't considered a second car. When I do find a piece of property that would be [this] close to perfect, there are restrictions, priced well beyond what I'm will'n to pay or a hunnert miles from the closest Walmart. I continue to search.
The construction of the shelter ain't all that hard.....think pole barn with bout a dozen big ol' poles buried bout 4 foot in the ground.
"Sally da house" would be the scaffold for the remainder construction....roof, walls, winders...that kind of stuff. With the assistance of a electric winch to hoist ground build finished walls in place. An' a bulldozer to grade a level construction site. Am I too freak'n old? Probly so, but this is my "last dream".
I put my shoes on yesterday. Ouch, that hurts. Tools are still lay'n on the floor.
Well, here we go again....todays post did not update.....Grrrrrr...
Let's try Google Chrome......
What do I write about today? There's not much left ya know. I could sit here an' bitch an' moan bout all my aches an' pains, but that gets old. I could sit here an' tell ya bout some fabulous trip I took some years back, but that's in the past.....water under the bridge ya know. I could tell ya a childhood story, but I'm bout out of material to write about. I'm think'n my old life of adventure an' excitement is bout to come to a screech'n halt.
I sit over there in "that chair" an' I do me some think'n every night. Where do I want to go? What do I want to do? Is that "last dream" possible?
So today, I'm gonna talk bout that last dream. It's the only dream I got left an' it's a biggie. Much physical labor is involved. With the help of a big ol' bulldozer ya know.
I've sit over there an' try my darndest to create a new dream, an' I end up with nuttin. I've done most everthing I ever wanted to do as a youngster. I've climbed that tall mountain. I've dog paddled across that raging stream. I've picked cactus thorns out my flesh. I've swimmed two oceans....I've been to different countries. I've walked a million miles. Holy crap, what more could a person dream about?
When my last dream came to mind, it was back in 2005....or therebouts. I little piece of property to call "home". A shelter to park "Sally da house" in. A stream fed pond full on fish an' wild critters...ducks an' birds an' stuff. An' a pet chicken or two.
I've put this dream on hold for too many years. Even gave up on it one time, an' that left me with NO dream to dream about. But it never leaves my mind. I sit for hours think'n bout "home". I research on the internet, look'n for that perfect piece of property. There is no perfect piece of property. I've researched ownership in RV parks. Gave that idea up real quick like when I find out a bulldozer ain't considered a second car. When I do find a piece of property that would be [this] close to perfect, there are restrictions, priced well beyond what I'm will'n to pay or a hunnert miles from the closest Walmart. I continue to search.
The construction of the shelter ain't all that hard.....think pole barn with bout a dozen big ol' poles buried bout 4 foot in the ground.
"Sally da house" would be the scaffold for the remainder construction....roof, walls, winders...that kind of stuff. With the assistance of a electric winch to hoist ground build finished walls in place. An' a bulldozer to grade a level construction site. Am I too freak'n old? Probly so, but this is my "last dream".
I put my shoes on yesterday. Ouch, that hurts. Tools are still lay'n on the floor.
Well, here we go again....todays post did not update.....Grrrrrr...
Let's try Google Chrome......
Since you mentioned Wal-Mart, my wife and I were in Wal-Mart this morning and she mentioned that if you, Billy Bob, and her got together and were turned loose in Wal-Mart you two could do some damage, by depleting both the stores inventory and our wallets. You know, I can remember back when there were no Wal-Marts. . .
ReplyDeleteHa Dizzy, your memory goes back much further than I expected...1962. My first encounter with Walmart....don't remember the year, but it was..."My God, look at all the stuff".
DeleteLike that dream, its been mine for about 20 years, but can't much see it happening, too cold here.
ReplyDeleteCheaper to by a mobile in a park for the summer months and maybe even one down south some where it warmer in the winter, someday , maybe ???
I can see George where your dream would be much harder to make a reality than mine. You're a foreigner an' have only so much time to spend in the US. But me, I live here...even though I am homeless.
DeleteThat dream has become kinda pricey, huh? I know around here it would be. But good luck.
ReplyDeleteI am familiar with that been-there-done-that feeling. Is there anything new left in the word? Anything my body would let me do, anyway? Once you've done some really cool things, how do you top them? If you figure it out, be sure to let us know, please.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice little post here. All I seem to do anymore is dream the way you're dreamin'. I don't have the guts to get out and do anything about it though. I think I've come to the point that my dreams are just lived through others and I just like watchin' their dreams come true. Maybe that's actually my real dream!
ReplyDeleteLiza Pilon @ Prairie City RV