Do I Have It All Backward? Or Am I Just a Planner?

Growing up, my parents didn't use the word, "planner." They used the word "dreamer."

After quite a few years of seeing my plans come halfway true (there is this thing about you wanting something to happen.. more than you actually trying to make that thing happen.)
 And there's the whole, not now, later part of the equation.
But, it's true. I am a dreamer.

It's not a bad thing. It's another good thing.

 I have a room in my house that is all blues and whites, along with three crates of accessories in the attic on the same theme, because one month a long time ago, I had the idea that I would decorate an entire house in just hues of blues and whites one day.
( I still believe I will.)

I have a file drawer dedicated to torn-out design mag pages, brochures from flooring, tile and paint stores, my own sketches and even three designer house plans. Whenever we'd buy a new house, I'd start a notebook on all changes needed to make each room perfect. I kept the pages as I accomplished each update.
( In the current house, a place I have the lived the longest EVER as an adult, each room has been done over twice- some three times.)
That means... I need a project.

Beach property. Preferably low maintenance: condo or townhome.

Fits the blue and white theme, right?
I already found some cool ideas- like this:

and this- which is the same porch couch my Grandma had

 Of course, I like some crazy stuff too, like garage door walls:

and a hanging bed..

 but with a smaller space, and all that time outside doing all the things I love... am thinking the most important things I will be concentrating on are:

 and buying a toy like this to drive around and enjoy it all:

go ahead, call me a dreamer. I dare you.

It should be simple, right?

IMAG1151, a photo by Another Good Thing on Flickr.

It's a shoe. It's a chair. it's a table that should be a chair. It's art. It's an eyesore.
It's complicated.

More and more, that is the answer. More than a social network status, life is complicated.

For instance, I wanted to merely unload a phone video onto my computer. There was no merely about it... I had to buy a program to convert the video, another to rotate and and another edit. I had to use the phone and two computers and three teenagers to get it done.
sigh.
see? complicated.
Where is my cave and scratchy bark for drawing on the walls?

the beach is wide and the water deep

IMAG1161, a photo by Another Good Thing on Flickr.

The words remind me of a song
the expanse of sand here reminded
me of loneliness
a psychic once told me that
the vicinity of water renewed
my creativity

this is what I will tell the loan officer
at the bank when I negotiate
the mortgage for the beach house

What did you do on summer vacation at Gator Bob's?

SAM_2572 copy, a photo by Another Good Thing on Flickr.

You're going to want to put on your Jeff Foxworthy accent for this one.

You might start with a "Woo, Lordy! Look at that!"
Or you just might shake your head in dismay thinking there goes Linda ruining another sweet young thing.
Let me just state that
A. that's not my kid
B. it wasn't my idea
C. Gator Bob is grinning under that beard

If they still had hangings, do you think there would be less crime?

In St. Augustine,  Florida, the oldest city in the USA, you can take a tour of the old jail and see the reconstructed gallows. They will tell you stories of local hangings, deplorable prison conditions and scare you at night with tales of ghosts stuck in those cement walls.

I'm thinking that erecting gallows in the center of most cities in the US might deter crime, or make for great photo ops.

Paint yer Wagon, or T-Shirt

IMAG1204, a photo by Another Good Thing on Flickr.

In Daytona Beach, there's a famous airbrush shirt shop, run by very old, grumpy people who will screw up your order, not refund your money and them screw up your order again.

Do not give them your money.
Go across the street to GEORGE, whose motto is: "You say, I spray it."

He will make you laugh and will be certain your shirt , or shoe or license plate or wagon is EXACTLY what you want.

He might also point out that from his doorway, the name of the crappy place across the street reads: SHI-T SHACK.

This is my part of helping the little guy... until the old people die.