Such a dream I had last night!
We bought this great big old house. The reason we could afford it was because it was located not in super-expensive Ann Arbor but in some very small town in Missouri. Does anyone else have dreams about architecture? In my dream we were exploring the house, going from room to room, admiring the details. There were built in bookshelves and cabinets, a perfect kitchen, woodwork to die for, oh my gosh the master bathroom… There were three full stories plus a finished attic with nooks and crannies like you wouldn’t believe. Exterior views were also included: light blue clapboard, tons of windows, trees, nice neighborhood. The whole family was so happy and excited.
Oh yes there was day residue involved here. Yesterday a client made a surprise visit to my house. My house which is covered in dog hair because Riley is blowing her coat and our vacuum cleaner doesn’t work. My house which is nondescript at best, but yesterday (of course) a total mess, and let’s just say it was a tad embarrassing to have a client stop by unexpectedly. And of course she wanted to use the bathroom before she left, the bathroom which was in an even worse state than the rest of the house, and let’s just say that was more than a tad embarrassing.
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Thank you so much for admitting this! I feel so much better. Right now I have to figure out how to reconcile the facts that I work all day and the violin teacher comes for a lesson before I get home. The house is a sty. The carpet really needs to be cleaned but it’s still mud season. The cat box smells to high heaven but the refill cartridges haven’t arrived yet.
At least she has never needed to use the bathroom; she probably has a pretty good instinct to go before she gets here. :)
As chief vacuum cleaner maintenance provider, gotta say, far as I know, the vacuum cleaner sucks — pretty well.
But when Riley’s shedding, it doesn’t make much difference — the amount of hair she loses leaves me thinking that she’s ALL hair; just a pipe-cleaner version of a dog under it all.
So it’s not you, honey, and it’s not about the vacuum cleaner.
It’s a shaggy dog story.
Steve, you know more about sustaining a relationship than I do, but I suspect it’s not cool to contradict housekeeping excuses on your wife’s blog. Just a thought.
I do like your theory about Riley. I have a student who, I recently theorized, is made of gum down to her knees. Each time I remind her to spit out whatever she is chewing, I find that she has instantly replaced her cud with a new supply.
Julie — Parts of your dream house sounds suspiciously similar to the Stevens house on Olivia, recently remodeled with blue clapboard. The attic definitely had nooks and crannies.
I also thank you for this post. It makes me feel better. I had friends from out of town visit yesterday, and despite the fact that I’d known they were coming for several days, the house was still in A State. Less of A State than before, but still ugly.
Less of A State Than Before is as good as things get around here. It takes a solid day or two of cleaning to get there!
Di, Crit — thanks for chiming in. I’m glad I’m not the only one!
Hubby — That’s right, you did fix it! I swear I forgot! I don’t think my client believed me, anyway, when I was hemming and hawing and mumbling about the broken vacuum cleaner.
Sara — actually, the dream house was more Victorian than the one on Olivia. There were turrets and stuff. And it was kind of like a townhouse, with a fairly small footprint but several stories tall.
Well. So embarrassed was I after coming clean here (haha) that I spent all of today cleaning the carpets and mopping the kitchen/dining area. I feel so much better without all of that grime.
(Just don’t go in the bathrooms, not yet!)
I DO have dreams about architecture — recurring dreams about houses, all different crazy kinds, and usually it’s one I’ve just moved into. They are always incredibly detailed and strange and vivid — they stay with me for weeks.
Have you read Little, Big? If not, girl, you gotta!
Diana, I’m so glad I inspired you. If only I could inspire myself to do the same. ;)
Ink, me too, totally! Frequent, detailed, and very vivid. Always (all my dreams, always) in color. Sometimes it’s my house, sometimes it’s a house I’m visiting, sometimes (don’t laugh) it’s the local mall. And it’s always a great dream.
I did pick up a copy of Little, Big just recently. I’m not very far into it yet, and I’m not sure what I think. I’m a little suspicious of it so far, but if you say so I’ll keep at it.
It is probably the strangest book I’ve ever read, which is probably why I want you to read it. I don’t know who else to recommend it to.
I have recurring dreams about escalators in a mall. And sometimes my grandpa’s basement becomes a labyrinth of Victorian workshops.
Julie, I am always dreaming about houses, and wandering through them and discovering odd features such as a second kitchen in the basement. I have tried to find out what the “dream interpretation” about this would be (such as if you dream about your teeth falling out, you are worrying about getting older or becoming less attractive). But, have not had any luck finding out what it all might mean!