such stuff
Dream car:
The Mercedes four-door G Wagon. I'd happily accept an old Land Rover or vintage Land Cruiser but fear they would require more maintenance than I'd have patience for...so I'll take one of these.
Dream house:
Give me the sea, then leave me alone. I'm not sure where, and I like the winter very much. Sadly, I haven't had to figure it out.
Dream trip:
We have friends in Tokyo and I mean to bring Youngest there. K would like it too...oh, but the plane ride!
Dream meal:
I've been there before - now they've gotten four stars. I'd love to go back.
Dreamboat:
My K. In his long underwear and sweaters and mucking boots and wee hat. I glanced over at him last weekend and fell in love.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Mercedes four-door G Wagon. I'd happily accept an old Land Rover or vintage Land Cruiser but fear they would require more maintenance than I'd have patience for...so I'll take one of these.
Dream house:
Give me the sea, then leave me alone. I'm not sure where, and I like the winter very much. Sadly, I haven't had to figure it out.
Dream trip:
We have friends in Tokyo and I mean to bring Youngest there. K would like it too...oh, but the plane ride!
Dream meal:
I've been there before - now they've gotten four stars. I'd love to go back.
Dreamboat:
My K. In his long underwear and sweaters and mucking boots and wee hat. I glanced over at him last weekend and fell in love.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Comments
Is the Shakespeare from Twelfth Night?
It's the last speech in The Tempest.
But it should have been a quote from Midsummer Night's DREAM.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And hey, Miss Shakespeare-quoter: This had better not be a farewell to blogging. Because it has a kind of valetudinary ring.
p.s. Actually, I know it isn't. Because my word verification is "recur."
Beautiful. That's how I feel about my husband.
K
Whatever...
jbhat
I'm really too white to be laying around on the beach, but I'd love a beachfront house, too. I really would.
ErinH
There's a problem with your dream meal: there's not enough food on those plates.
This post and so many like it are why I visit you first thing, every computer day.
You have a rare talent, bb; you do, indeed.
Hahahahahahaha! Cough. Cough.
Where was I?
Ah, yes.
Have you launched a second career in rap music behind our backs?
Lil' bb's rollin' on some dubs!
I love your love for your husband..