Our neighbors are friendly but have young twin daughters who scream and argue all the time followed by the mother screaming at them to be quiet. The husband does offer to help my husband when he's doing stuff outside which is very nice.
I miss my old house in Maine, no neighbors for 100 acres behind the house, a mile to the left and a half mile to the right and in front of the house was the road that had almost no traffic. One the other side of the road that the house faces it was over six miles of thick pine trees. It was very isolated and so peaceful.
We had Dick and Jane, BORING! I hated reading them. I was so lucky my grandparents bought us Dr. Suess books and read them to us. They encouraged us to read the classics as well but Dr. Suess was always a family favorite. I read them to my children and my grandchildren. I still have the copies my grandparents bought and will be passing them onto my great-grandchildren someday.
When my kids went to school, I did the gym thing until my job kept getting in the way and it fell to the wayside. Now, I go a couple times a week, just to keep myself limber. I've talked about going to a pool, and I really think I need to get it done and stop talking about it.
I'm terrified of heights, there's no way Everest would be on my radar either.
Choosing how we interact in this world is key, but getting people to look at the bigger picture of how their actions affects others shouldn't be difficult but sadly it is.
Everything you discussed sounds perfect to me and just like you I would want everything trimmed. My husband does the same as your husband, it looks natural. Vic and I have been together 22 years and I wonder the same thing some days.
Prompt:
"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."
Jeremy Irons
In what ways and how do you think memories and dreams are related?
This is a great quote from Jeremy Irons, I never thought of memories as time machines before. But yes, that’s just what they are. We can close our eyes and step into the Time Machine and choose which ever past era we wish to visit. Of course the longer one has lived there are more of those eras, or perhaps we might refer to them as decades, to choose from.
On first reflection I thought there was no connection between memories and dreams, after all aren’t memories factual? But the mind plays tricks and those memories are probably not trustworthy but have morphed into the stories we tell ourselves.
As for dreams, these night time imaginings are uncontrollable and daydreams are simply wishful thinking.
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