for Christmas, one of my true wishes is coming true.. I'm going to be able to drive through McAdenville, which is a huge night drive through woods, streets, churches, all layden with Christmas lights.. And beautiful Choirs playing at the Churches, bells ringing (are ya listening :D) The day a Christmas is bad for me, or when I can't dream about it anymore, I no longer have a strong component fueling me..
I've been thinking back on something I did a little while ago.. I went Christmas shopping with my mom and got me a new tv, and some other stuff for my sisters, blah blah, anyway, we needed a place to take the stuff to, and it turned out to be a GreatGrandmother figure, grandmother figure of my mother's, new house.. So we go there, I load the 27" in her garage It's not 52" :( and she asks us to take a look at her new house with her.. We didn't have the time as so my mom said, but I really wanted to see it, and was near the door where she was. So she agreed to look at it with her, and at that I had my shoes off to not track anything in her house.. We went in, and started looking around, washing and drying machines first on the list and then the upstairs, beautiful bathrooms, top of the line stuff.. She's a very pretty woman from my perspective, to be a grandmother figure for my mother it certainly isn't showing, and she has these cobalt blue and brown mixed eyes.. Really cool.. :) And the kitchen blew me by storm, but the refrigerator hurt me cause I put my hand in the refrigerator door like handle, and continued holding it as it shut, and there was no finger space so my fingers got crunched in with the other door handle.. >.< Everything was beautiful in the home, kitchen lead out to the entertainment porch caged with bug-proof screens where I had envisioned having a bbq later in the summer.. All through this the bedrooms, everything, the woman called off everything, the man who built this, the man who installed that, what this is, what that is, where she got that, how cheap, what a deal.. The list goes on endlessly.. She was very proud of her new home.. It was only until I got into her living room I was truly hit with amazement.. Nothing at all out of the ordinary: A nice tv, 40 something inch, nice fireplace, couch.. Nothing out of the ordinary, except, this chair.. It was a polished dark brown color.. And it just grabbed me, and entangled some of my emotions I can't explain it.. It had golden button linings from the bottom up to the armrests and back down, and was standing on 4 majestically carved wooden legs.. A true, old manor, lounging chair.. I could seee this chair, going in a huge Manor, somewhere where I'd enjoy it.. Really can't explain my fascination for that damn chair.. :D Anywhoo, we go into her bedroom, and I catch a glimpse of her younger pictures, and wedding pictures, and that kinda swept me off somewhere else where I couldn't hear my mother's bickering.. I could tell, in the picture how happy they were, and all those years later, she was still as infatuated with her husband as the day they met.. That really got me thinking, not in a good way, but in a sad way, if there'll ever be that woman to cast that effect upon me.. And if so, this would be the kind of life I'd want to lead.. A beautiful home..........That house....Made me want to skip to my senior citizen days.. I really give her an amount of respect now, that of the billions of people that live the ways and roads of misfortune, she is one of the few, good people, who is happy both in love and in life.. I think I creeped her out though, cause I'm not a badass biker dude, I have very supersensitive emotions, and when I walked to her mantel, and supidly stuck my nose in her business by reading a birthday card "To my dear wife" I can't recall the poem as of now, but several of the words "heart" "love" "always" were underlined in a serious handwriting, next thing I knew, I saw a red nose and shiny eyes in my reflection in her almost mirrorized house.. So when time came to leave, it was evident I was upset, and I myself still don't exactly know why my feelings poured out the way they did.. Maybe because the hardships I had been through, and to see someone who had done things her way, and through my eyes exactly perfect.. And to top the icing on the cake she said where she was putting her tree, beside the dining room table at the foreviewing of three windows, a main, and two arched at it's sides, to be seen from the road.. One of the big white Christmas trees comes to mind when I think about what tree she may have.. That or a masterfully decorated green tree.. Artificial or real, to get a mild pine scent through the house.. Ornaments and decorations that aren't rich or pricy.. Ornaments that have been through the family, made by children, decorated by children.. What is that to say that for a season, a holiday, a truly special one to my mind, be decorated and painted by your children.. I'm starting to see now why mothers and fathers are so insistent on photographs and filming occasions..
Anyway time came to leave, and I kept imaging coming back over at every time she mentioned entertaining, and bringing people over for Christmas Dinner..