What light through yonder window breaks....

Do you ever feel you are in a "soliloquy mood?"  I do sometimes. This, I do believe, is one of those times.......My soliloquy today would probably go something like this:

The dust on the mantle lies still...no feather duster doth stir. Yet, the dishes from my dinner begs washing, but silent is their plea...for the want of a good scullery serf my sink is running o'er. Oh maiden where art thou that thou hast not yet cleaned my parlor? Ah bed, my bed thou hast not made thyself to be neat and comely to view. Oh, for the want of a good chamber maid my bedding lies askew.  My rugs need vacuuming, but shameful is the time for the want of a good butler, my floor is tracked and strewn. The wash woman is slothful, the laundry is in heaps. I've made present of soap and washing boards but slovenly ingrates ignore.
 'Midst the need of a good Cabana boy my pool is green, but it envieth not. For pools are not meant to envy but to be content in the tardy nature of their care.  My garden is besot with weeds... it needs so much the gardener's care, but alas, longing brings not one to hoe. The chariot awaits a washing...it's dusty fenders beckon, but no worker brings sponge or brush. Me thinks my bath house dinghy...ah, for the want of a scrubbing the tile and grout's sore ailing. The windows long for Windex but no hand is eager tending.  For the want of a diligent groomer, the hounds are tender begging. But go I must into the work day...a meager wage most surely...but for the want of riches of the world my creditors demanding.

Okay, it is not Shakespeare....to bee or knot to bee...that is the question...whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of pathetic prose or go about totally expecting good journalism....ah, there's the rub.....after all, this is only a blog.

My day has been long upon the land which the Lord my God giveth me.  I feel I have accomplished little... yet, I have worked hard and run when I should have been able to walk.  For the want of a good vacation, I am tired. The cashier at Dollar Tree (I was there to buy carpet shampoo) told me she is going to Gatlinburg, Tennessee this weekend. It made me wish for a weekend excursion.

My mother used to tell me I wished my life away. As a child I was always wishing for things different than I had at any given moment. During the school term, I would wish for summer. During summer, I would wish it were Christmas. On Monday, I would wish for Saturday.  I often wished to be somewhere other than where I was. I wished to be taller, shorter, skinnier....I still wish that...depending upon the given situation.  You might get the impression I am not content... hmm, and I guess you might be right. But then, I wish you weren't.

The truth of the matter is, I do find contentment and peace in many things in my life....but, I wish I was more content in more things....I am dissatisfied with myself--I wish I were not---in knowing the things I am capable of accomplishing...should time permit...Okay, you say....make time to be who you want to be....Whoa! That is a wonderful idea!  I wish to be a wealthy novelist. Tomorrow I take my dusty manuscript out to once again see the light of day...and begin working one more time---even unto completion. Wish me good luck!

Now, all seriousness aside...What light through yonder window breaks.."Tis the sun, and I have yet to bid my day good night perchance to sleep...to dream the dreams of the just. But while parting is such sweet sorrow, I bid you adieu---gee, I wished I had thought that up....until the 'morrow.