When I moved to Hollywood I imagined life in the fast lane: you know, I'd be a movie star and date incredibly rich men. I'd live in Beverly Hills where my neighbors would be as fabulous as I was. When I wasn't working on my next Oscar-winning film I'd summer on exclusive islands in the south Pacific, sun myself on white sand beaches and dip my toes in warm ocean waters.I pictured all kinds of wild stuff. I didn't picture this.
Yesterday's exclusive island was a back yard, where we dipped our toes in an ocean of green grass. The kids played in a rented bounce house while the adults shared ample potluck food and drink, and talked of the usual things: work, home, kids, life.
I don't suppose cave people had a bounce house, but I imagine them squatting around the fire, sated after a meal, watching the kids play like cubs while they talked of the usual things: the hunt, the cave, kids, life.
It's deeply satisfying to be a part of this turning of the Earth, this slow twist of the spiral arm of the Milky Way, though this wasn't at all what I pictured. It's better. And my neighbors are even more fabulous than I could have imagined.
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Your picture and your words here do say A LOT.
Thank you, Dina. Your visits to my blog mean A LOT. You're a good neighbor.
So much nicer not to be a famous movie star - I don't think their life is all that nice. Imagine being followed by paparazzi eyery time you go anywhere. You'd have to spend all your spare time getting your body buffed instead of walking in Hahamongna. And there'd have been copter hovering over your friend's garden waiting to capture an unguarded Petrea moment for the cover of National Enquirer.
I was up late last night jumping from blog to blog...oh the horror of it all (scream shots anyone?) I'm talking about those rubber bouncy houses of course.
This seems like a simple backyard snapshot, but I can feel the warmth and happiness radiating from it. Very special that you're living a dream you couldn't even have imagined. By the way, do they make bouncy houses for adults? That would be a blast!
Hee hee, PA.
Body buffing sounds kind of fun, Bellis. But considering how often I leave the house without makeup and in my worst clothes, I don't think I was cut out to be a celebrity.
Some of the bounce houses are big enough for adults, Katie, and they're certainly strong enough. You can get houses with upper stories, slides and all sorts of accoutrements.
I would wait until at least 20 minutes after eating.
Really nice post. Though it's not the one you imagined, obviously you're living the good life.
Thanks, Susan. It's true. And I'm thankful every day.
I can't find an email address for you...Feel free to email me if you want about the photos.
shannagalloway@yahoo.com
Oh I love your neighbors too, especially those next door with the faboo roses! I hope Boz had fun too!
V
Thanks, Shanna, I'll send an email.
I'm lucky people around here know how to grow flowers, Virginia. Not my strong suit! But I still get to enjoy them.
Spending time with those we enjoy is a luxury that fills the soul.
Cute feet. Have they got a sister?
AGAIN blogspot photos have been hidden for us cause of govermental banning so I can't see your photo but the word was so impressing Petrea.
Sarah, I'm so sorry you can't see the photos--not because it's a special photo but because you should be allowed to see what you want to see.
Lovely. Thank you.
I also just linked to this from my Facebook site, so don't be alarmed if you get a lot of random East Coast traffic all of the sudden on here. We are a gentle people :)
Hi Rosie, thanks! I always enjoy more traffic, especially from exotic places.
In a word. Beautiful!
Hi Kajon, welcome to PDP. And hey, "beautiful" is the word I'd use for you!
Nice, sometimes things actually turn out nicer than what we thought we wanted!
Lucky, huh?
I like both the photo and the text!! :-)
This one's a sleeper. Thanks, Gunn!
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