Dream Board

UP:
Thought of personal commandment #2.  (In case you've mercifully forgotten, #1 was Keep on Learning.) #2 is Keep a Dream Board.  If eggplant (my first learning-about project) is gonna help me live longer, I want the rest of my days to be more fun.  So where does this start?  By visualizing what more fun will look like.  And keeping a record of things I see that feel supportive (oh, god....it's come to feeling and using words like supportive).  It's not about HAVING THINGS--see, this is where it starts....any time I think of something I'd like, my own personal Greek chorus sings "THAT'S NOT GOOD!  Fine.  I'll get around the Greek chorus by putting up pictures of things I'd like and enjoying those.

Aside:  One of the things my dad had when he died was one of those automatic smoker things--for
game and fish.  It looked like the automatic cooker my mother used to use on weekends at the lake.
But it not only cooked the items, it smoked them, too.  My dad's smoker looked unused--brand new, a gift from one of my brothers.  So she gave it to me when she was clearing out the cottage before she sold it.  I brought it home with great excitement:  we could use it to make smoked turkey!  My husband was enthusiastic about it, too.  Came the divorce,  however, and the smoker was still unused.  So I kept it.  Finally, the kids and I landed in Iowa in our own house, and I decided, egged on by some of my coworkers, to smoke a turkey one Thanksgiving (when turkeys were cheap).  So I did. Have you ever had smoked turkey?  You can buy slices of smoked turkey in some delis, and it costs more than slices of just plain cooked turkey.  For sandwiches, etc.  But a whole smoked turkey?  Nobody wanted to eat it, especially not me because I was so shocked that this big turkey had that smokey taste all the way through.  No stuffing, no gravy=fail!  Imagine....my tastes were formed at an early age when I could sneak down into the cellar at night and pick at the turkey carcass.  I didn't LIKE smoked turkey.  Ish.  I gave the smoker to the chief egger-on-er at work, and said, no, I don't want a smoked turkey in payment.  You keep it. You're welcome. 

Believe me, a dream board can avoid this very thing. If there's something my little heart thinks it wants, I can pin up a photo:  a house with a big garden?  a place by the shore?  Fine.  there are tons of
magazines and advertisements and emails arriving chez XE regularly, and I can clip/print out pictures of appealing items and put them on my dream board.  After a few months of this, we'll see what happens.  A dream board is a good way to move things into my life OR get them out of my system. 

DOWN: Not much down today.  Except a big load of laundry waiting to be done, and it's Sunday.  Don't want to run the washer and dryer on a Sunday and disturb the quiet.  (Maybe I can do it this morning while my neighbors are at church.  Ha.)