Do You Ever Just Yearn?

Things.

I want things. More things than I already have. Enough things that would make me feel secure in letting go of some of the things I already own, but no longer use. They can be small things or large things but they all have one thing in common --  they are our of my reach. So I yearn for things.

In the interest of truth, they are not all out of my reach. But even if I were to buy them, it is certainly not prudent for me to purchase them. Things that are consumable, like a cup of Starbuck's coffee fall into this category. Or an ice cream bar, like the coffee ice cream  coated with chocolate and toffee that I had the last time I went up to the Bargain Market on my scooter ... on the way to the Starbuck's next door. The coffee was "free" because I bought it with a gift card. I love gift cards. And the ice cream bar was a spontaneous purchase; after all it was only $1. Just a buck. It tasted just like the Dove bars and Haagen Dazs bars that cost three times as much.

Small things I can find almost anywhere. Usually at the grocery store in the cosmetics section. Or at the pharmacy where they have a wonderful buyer who finds things, gift items, that are really hard to resist. I found pretty metal wallets today. They are the latest thing to help prevent identity theft. Apparently ID crooks can come up to your purse or wallet and scan a credit card number straight through your pocket or billfold, and sometimes a purse. Now there's a new metal card carrier, not a lot bigger than your credit cards, and less than 1/2 " thick; they come in colors, and the fancy ones snap open and fan out so your cards and money are organised. Guess which one I bough today? Guess who doesn't really need another wallet? Guess who already has three wallets/coin purses in her bag? Guess who might just have two Christmas presents purchased for the year?

The other thing that I like at the pharmacy is their wonderful selection of long skinny scarves. In every color you might want. Shimmery, sparkley, sequiney, woven, feathery, colorful scarves. I own ONE. It's just a little too much for me to allow myself to get one every time I go there. They cost $18.60 with tax. Even I can't absorb a $20 bill every time I go to pick up a prescription. Oh, but I do look through them ... and I yearn. Oh, I yearn.

I was watching Perception on the computer while ago, and this house comes on the screen. I pause the show just so I could covet this house, with tall trees all around that let the sun through, and a large yard surrounded by a low stone fence.

 




It has a wrap around porch that is picketed for privacy - perfect to sit out with coffee, scones and the Sunday paper. Yes, I yearn.







Instead of strolling through neighborhoods wanting other peope's houses, which I do, maybe one day I will get the opportunity to live on one, or dare I wish for it, own one? Perhaps, one day I will buy a lottery ticket, the only way I can imagine ever becoming able to afford such a thing, and become a mega-million dollar winner. After consulting with an accountant and a tax attorney, (and dealing with family and charity necessities), I will find myself such a house. One with a view of the sky: East, for the moon and sunrise, South for the garden, and West for the sunset over the horizon. Mount Rainier or a water view would be optional, but high on the list.  Yes, I yearn. Perhaps I'm paying off enough karma in this life so I can enjoy this in my next.

What do you yearn for?

Good Night and Be Well,