The land of dreams

This is the kind of thing I dream of having in my backyard to work in one day in the future, when I'm living in the Dandenongs. It's not exactly like this. But something like this. Made of cedar, of course. Have you ever smelled cut cedar? Its scent is so strong and raunchy it would either distract me totally from working or it would cause me to write 400 novels in a year.

Which would be good, because these things are 10 grand a pop, so I would be hoping to have already written a couple of best sellers to fund the damn thing.

Which seems completely, utterly, totally impossible - but this is my dream, right? And physically I'm feeling rather as flat as a French crepe this morning, fighting off another cold, so I may as well be dreaming big dreams (going on the idea that your immune system doesn't know the difference between real thoughts or remembrance of past experiences or daydreaming about the future, but the endorphins get released just the same).



While I'm here, I guess I'll have one of these installed as well. This is a dog kennel that Jennifer talks about on her blog. Which would just end up sitting there because my dog would never, ever deign to sleep outside :)

Seriously, some people have too much money if they're building stuff like this. (The kennel, I mean, not octagonal shaped enclosed gazebos, although they seem pretty frivolous too).




If I had 10 grand fall into my lap right now, I would go down the travel agent quick smart, book me a return ticket to France and Italy, before I could change my mind and plough it into less "frivolous" pursuits :)