i have a spiral bound notebook tucked away. it is pretty ordinary looking. i call it my one day book. saved and glued inside are magazine clippings, ideas and pictures. all things i either want to do, make or have one day. i have teasingly started referring to my one day house that will be equipped with a washer and dryer, two sinks in the bathroom, an island in the kitchen and storage. see, my one day desires aren’t too lofty.
recently my dad sent me a package filled with old school projects. the majority were journal entries and poems scrawled on that brownish-lined grade school paper to help you write in cursive. i really should look in to getting a publisher for some of these –
one little homemade book really caught my eye. it was a fairytale i wrote and dedicated to my mom on her 30th birthday. i am not sure what shocked me more, that my mom was only 30 when i was 9 1/2 or that i am over 30 and don’t have any little people writing me notes. i thought this excerpt was most telling about my future one day book demands:
i asked her how much more money she needed to get this house. she paused, looking up at the sky, with one leg bracing the weight of the bike. “probably $100 more.” i covered up my smile at the thought of this little girl concerned for her future and dedicated to securing a whopping $168 for her home one day.
there’s more. she’d already worked out that she wanted to have a boat as well one day and that she’d probably need a second car if she had a husband. the solution? the husband would bring a boat and an additional car to the relationship. oh, and the husband would sleep on the boat. pleased with her plan, she zoomed off into the sunset. i yelled after her, questioning why the husband would sleep on the boat. she looked at me like i was crazy and emphatically said she didn’t want to live with a stranger.
i can’t wait to see her one day book come to life. i actually think her husband on the boat set up might not be that bad… just kidding husband!