Thursday Thirteen: Places I'd Like to Be

The mega bookstore, Chapters, with a latte and a credit card I don't have to pay off.

A beach on a sunny but not hot day. Walking along the waterline looking at shells, polished stones and enjoying the water washing my bare feet.

In bed, with a really good book, all snuggled up and warm, on a cold winter night.

Waiting for a bus, luggage already loaded, talking to other people waiting to re-board for the trip out to Vancouver, BC.

Outside our old house in Scarborough, all my sisters and my brother, making one of our great forts in the ditch after the snowplough has just gone by.

Again outside our old house, in the Spring, just after a huge, heavy rain storm. That tree with the big leaves has shed most of them again. We are all getting leaves, sticks, and walnut shells from inside the house so we can make them all float down the overflowing waterlogged ditch. Racing along to see which ones make it through the tunnel under the driveway.

At the site of a great old, abandoned farmhouse with all the elaborate trimmings of gingerbread, stone work and iron fence and so on. A stone house with one wall caving in a little and the roof sloping down, sliding off it's foundation as erosion takes hold.

Driving in the car after getting tons of photos of the abandoned farmhouse, my shoes are muddy and I'm trying not to touch my skin with my fingers cause I'm sure I touched some weed that's making me itchy. Ahead a few minutes down the road is the Tim Horton's I will stop at to clean up and get coffee for the rest of the trip home.

Playing euchre with all the family just as we used to for family dinners with the Grandparents, Uncle and Aunts when all the Grandparents were still alive.

Going out to a movie and the second hand bookstore with my nephew. Spending most of a day laughing with him and doing not much of anything.

Listening to the little nieces laughing and not just sitting in front of computers or televisions and babysitting themselves.

Having a romantic week away with someone special. Someone who will still be around for another romantic week away a year from then.

At the Morningside Mall with Angela, a friend I have not seen since high school, having coffee and conversation.