Monday, March 26, 2007

My Perfect Day

Disclaimer: In my perfect day, the world is at peace, and I am not obsessive about turning off the stove and the iron before leaving the house. That way, I am free to tool around in my shiny red Corvette or maybe that should be a classic turquoise 1957 T-bird convertible.

My perfect day would begin with the best cup of coffee in the world (like the chocolate mint coffee from the now defunct Daily Bread and Grind in Bloomington, Indiana) after a full night’s sleep in a warm and comfortable bed. My coffee would be served by my sweet husband, who would bring me the morning paper, which I would read at a leisurely rate. After rising, breakfast would include blueberry pancakes and red raspberries and cream and a maybe a glass of cold refreshing milk. Now, after a long, hot shower, I am ready to greet the day. My morning would be filled with me doing useful things for humanity, and with me being kind and compassionate, and this day would be without mistakes or petty irritations. I would travel in a shiny red corvette at a lightening fast speed. The other drivers would be conscientious and considerate. For lunch, I would dine with old friends that have moved away or who I never see. The afternoon would be for fun with relatives. We would go parasailing or snowboarding. I would zoom down a mountain on a nifty World Industries Flameboy Snowboard. Instead of being afraid of heights, I would be exhilarated by the wonder of the experience. For dinner, my husband and I would dine with our new blogging friends. After dinner, old friends, current friends, relatives, and our new friends will have a grand party that includes dancing till dawn. The last song, of course will be Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. The end of this grand, glorious day will be finished with the sweet elixir of a glass of Zeller Schwatze Katz wine. Then off to bed for …

13 comments:

Pamela said...

oh ya... unchained melody.

If and when we ever slow dance around the house, thats wnat the hubby sings in my ear.
He went to a R.Brothers concert when he was a young virile navy guy in tight whites...

hang gliding would be good, too

Beccy said...

That does sound like a wonderful day.

A Slice of Life said...

Oh my, that does sound like the perfect day.

I'm so glad that you are back. I hope you are not planning on leaving again in the fall. :)

daddy d said...

I am off to the store to get that mint coffee. It may not be as good as the Bloomington stuff, but it won't be bad. I have a living daily joy as to being part of your regular everyday life and as well as the perfect day.

Robin said...

Perfect morning, nothing...this is a GRAND DAY!!! And I soooo related to much of what you said....I HATE my fear of heights :/. In reality 2.0, it no longer exists.

I shoulda just cut and pasted your post, it's FULL of delight :).

Oops, this'll link you to my blogger blog since it's not accepting typepad :/...just a friendly fyi :).

frannie said...

I saw you are a 7th grade science teacher... oh, how I loved 7th grade science! My first and middle names are on the periodic table!

your day sounds lovely!

Swampwitch said...

I like everything about your day...now, I need to go check to see if I turned off the stove and iron before I dream about this perfect 24 hours.

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ChrisB said...

I enjoyed your day - blueberry pancakes and raspberries perfect breakfast food (has these fruits on my meusli today).

Nicole said...

Sounds like a perfect day to me!

heartinsanfrancisco said...

Mmmm, sounds like a perfectly lovely day.

If you ever figure out where those conscientious and considerate drivers are, please let me know.

Thank you for visiting my blog!

Karmyn R said...

red raspberries and cream...yum!!!

Dreaming What ifs...

Margaret said...

This post made me VERY happy, and cheerful too. In fact, I'm sitting here thinking of spring break next week, and how I can put a bit of perfection into every day. Thanks for the inspiration.

debi said...

I love these pictures. What a cute chickie babe you are in the plaid skirt. Love the little guy on your leg. I still have lots of old clothes too. I just got a box from my step mom and in it was my Dads letterman jacket from 1944.