Decisions, Decisions 2

I thought about the kitchen. Big and fine. The stove was one of those six burner varieties. Her stainless steel sparkled like a diamond ring. I was in Awe! I am one person with an occasional sister visit. Do I need a stove that cooks for a small church group?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll decide to cook an Easter dinner for myself enough to put on 50lbs in one sitting. Leftovers for several months. Who knows?

Oh yeah, the voice~ the practical voice interjects- You have to pay for food. It doesn't just appear you know. I replied back, I know. You don't have to be so snippy!

It was my thought that the Universe would not bring me here to yearn, wish, or pine over this wooden wonder but instead He/She would want me to enjoy and foster the house's wood and stones to a life that could be easily enjoyed together. 

Oh, and the stream! What a lovely waterway. Mystical and marvelous. So meditative.

But then.... Would that mean? Flood Insurance!

Why must the practical get mixed up with the magical?

What if I adopted a notion from the days of OLDE, where I acknowledge that the house is non truly mine but belongs to Mother Earth and I am only a mere visitor and a loving grounds keeper to this humble estate until my demise.

The critic says sternly~ I don't believe the banks will be on board with that idea.

It being of this day and age and not the OLDE Celtic times (which was my previous life), things are a bit different. No inhabiting a structure without proper written title from the state and shall bear witness by the previous owner of such structure blah blah blah or some mumbo jumbo legal lingo such as this. 

Oh the barriers! 

Loan officers, money sources, inspections, employment and credit scores,,, and Gigantic LOANS!!!

Let the frogs leap and the bunnies bound and the donkey Hee-haw!

Let me pick the fruit trees and tend to the garden

and smoke some funny cigarettes on my beautiful Gazebo.

Let the neighbors wonder if a skunk is out near their places.

Glory be! What to do first? Well, first things first, pry this real estate agent away from his phone.

Next,...I DON'T KNOW.