changed decade by decade, sometimes day by day.
As a child I dreamed of living in a library which shelved every book written and held an unlimited supply of paper and pens.
Later, my imaginary life included a restaurant at the library in order to avoid shopping and cooking.
I imagined a partner full of humor and intelligence who liked to travel and converse.
Later, I added a caretaker who knew how and when to dust, vacuum, prop up the fence and re-do the peeling paint on the house (inside and out) and who could mow and water the lawn as well as check the air in the auto tires.
Then I added a Michelle Kaufmann house, with a view aimed at the sun, to my imaginary life as well as high-speed internet.
Now, I have found a new imaginary life which is more fact than fiction. I live alone in an old ranch style house with canned food and a microwave, a Roomba vacuum which keeps the floors clean, and a computer with access to the largest library in the world. I key in my order for whatever I need and it appears at my front door. And, I have ordered DSL which may arrive soon.
The highlight of this more recent remake is that I have e-mail, telephone contact and weekend visits with incredible family members as well as strangers who are beginning to feel like family.
Who would have thought that I'd eventually produce this dream life? I reserve the right to alter portions of my imaginary life.
Tree of Change, small watercolor sketch by Sue
Prompted by Writers Island