DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Something About Nothing by Julie Seedorf – Published week of January 5, 2015 borris window

I got my broom out this week, but I didn’t use it to fly. I said that before some of my more sarcastic family members could make the broom and witch joke. When I am in a cleaning mode there are times I mimic the Wicked Witch of the East in “The Wizard of Oz.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t wait until the new year to get started on my house cleaning. While my husband was away, I didn’t play; I used my creative ability to chase some of the dust bunnies out of the way.

When I chase dust bunnies out of my house it also means I move furniture, change things on the walls and wash the kitty blankets, and if anyone questions my motives I erupt like a small volcano. This time I had the run of the house for a day or two and I got busy the minute the car pulled out of the driveway.

The couch sitting in the east corner ended in the middle, the kitty litter castle took the place where the couch used to sit, dressers were moved, chairs slid across the floor, things were tossed and closets and refrigerator cleaned.

At the end of the first day my shysters weren’t meowing at me anymore. They had retreated to a blanket on the bed together, not to come out of the room for at least eight hours, and when I would check on them they would raise their head and glare at me. They do have different faces, and this was not their smiley one. I had moved their world.

I tried to read on my Kindle before I went to bed, but visions of the next day danced in my head. A few hooks, a few new nooks and I could make my laundry room look like the decorating books. With no sane person to reign in my train of thought, the vision and dream of what I could do kept growing and I almost got up during the night putting my day dreaming into reality.

I have many dreams and visions of many things. I look at a house that needs help and can vision how it would look with a little tender care.

My dreams are sometimes just that, a dream but then there are dreams that do turn into a reality. I have always believed in dreaming big. Sometimes that works and sometimes it doesn’t. When it doesn’t I go on to the next dream. Dreams fuel my life and keep me alive.

While living in New Richland a co-adviser of my SADD Chapter mentioned that it would be outstanding, remember this was back in the late ’80s, if Kevin Lynch, Gopher basketball star, would come to talk to my SADD chapter.

In my dream we could make that  happen. We had no money to offer and so we put together a video. All anyone on the video said was “Please” in many different ways and many different tones, sometimes alone and sometimes in a group.

The entire community participated. They didn’t find it unusual for me to show up with a video camera in a business and ask them to say please.

We sent it to Kevin and he responded the next week, visited and spent an entire day with the New Richland-Hartland Ellendale-Geneva High School.

That is one of the many times a pipe dream turned into a reality. This past December the same thing happened. Earlier this year I interviewed via email for the Courier Sentinel, Chris Rupp of the talented A Capella Group, Home Free, winners of Season 4 of NBC’s “The Sing Off.”

As a Christmas gift the owner and editor of the Courier Sentinel had bought tickets for her staff. I decided to email Chris Rupp to see if it was possible to meet Home Free and get our pictures taken with them before the concert. I didn’t expect it would happen. I was very excited when he emailed back and put us in touch with his manager to make the arrangements.

Our dream was realized when we were led into the concert arena ahead of time and saw what goes on before a concert, meeting Home Free, hearing a song beforehand and getting our pictures taken.

It was an exciting event for all of us but for a couple of co-workers that had an unusually tough year, it was a highlight in their year. Thank you, Home Free and Chris Rupp. The concert was outstanding.

If you’ve told someone your dream and they laugh, don’t let it discourage you from dreaming and going for the dream. If your dream dies, realize that another is right around the corner and maybe that is the one that will happen for you.

When someone makes fun of my dreaming and some of them are kind of wild dreams, I remember all those who have shaped our country on a wild dream.

Thomas Edison dreams included the light bulb, a phonograph and the motion picture camera.

Anne Sullivan believed Helen Keller could be more than a blind and deaf girl that could do nothing. Because she believed and put that dream in to action, Helen Keller leaned to communicate and blossom in society. They broke through the barriers of disbelief because they believed in their dreams.

It’s a new year and our dreams might be different than last year. Some of our dreams might die before they were born. Disney’s Cinderella nailed it in in her song “A Dream Is The Wish Your Heart Makes.”

Elvis Presley sang, “Follow that dream, I gotta follow that dream.”

We are all dreamers in one way or another. Maybe we listened to those that told us to quit dreaming and we quit dreaming.

Dreams may die but your next dream might be the one that changes the world or at least your world. Our entire world would have been different if the inventors, songwriters, authors and people like you and me gave up on their dream. Let your heart make the wish and then follow that dream.

 

Take A Flour Shower!

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On a recent cooking show contest one of the judges made a comment about one of the contestants. “She’s a disaster in the kitchen.”

Yes, I could relate to her. Everyone who knows me personally knows I can be a disaster in the kitchen. That contestant, despite turning out to be a disaster in the kitchen with the mess, created some pretty appetizing foods.

I am not known as the Christmas cookie-baking grandma. The other grandmas get that title and my grandkids can decorate Christmas cookies so beautifully that they look like they were professionally done. If I am doing it, I slap a little frosting on, and it’s good to go. However, I do sometimes like to putter around making new things that need to taste good, but don’t have to look good.

Since it is the Christmas season I decided to invite some friends over for coffee. My husband has to eat gluten-free, and so he could join us in the eating, I decided to bake some pumpkin gluten-free doughnut holes before my company arrived.

This is the part where I tell you that my husband and I cannot share a kitchen because my creative way of baking drives Mr. Neat crazy. This day he only entered the kitchen when I asked, and I know he had to clamp his lips shut for a few minutes as he was helping me.

I chose that morning to wear a black sweater. Do you remember the “I Love Lucy” shows where Lucy had flour all over her? Yup, that was me. Mr. Keep Lips Clamped Shut couldn’t keep from laughing and making some kind of remark when he saw me.

There was gluten-free flour all over me. I couldn’t help it if my baking cup had turned into a powder puff.

I have fun when I am putzing in the kitchen, and I don’t care if I make a mess. I would be perfect for a television cooking show for the funny cook.  I don’t agonize over the comments anymore. I have fun and don’t take my cooking methods too seriously. On this baking day, however, I had great joy in a couple of mishaps by Mr. Neat and later on in the day by a story shared by a Facebook friend.

It was finally Mr. Neat’s turn in the kitchen. His job — dipping the doughnut holes in butter and tossing the holes in sugar and cinnamon. It was an easy task if you have the right tools such as a big plastic bag to shake.

We were out. Digging in my cupboard he found an old Tupperware container. When I say old, I mean old, such as 40 years old. You might remember in those days the lids were a little harder to secure.

I left the kitchen since we don’t sync so well. I heard a little noise and a few under-the-breath comments. I had to see what was happening. My floor and tabletops were redecorated with sugar and cinnamon. The top had not held and my kitchen got a shower.

I loved it! Someone else could bake like I do. He was learning from me.

Later in the day another friend of mine had been making holiday treats. She left them on top of her car in the garage to cool. You guessed it — she forgot about them.

In her haste she jumped into her car, backed out of her garage and traveled to her destination forgetting that her holiday treats had been — the operative words — on the top of her car. I loved that she was comfortable enough to share her little mishap with us and take a lot of ribbing.

I don’t apologize for the fact I am Mrs. Mess in the kitchen. My food turns out OK, sometimes delicious as the doughnut holes did, and I have fun not worrying about being so perfect and keeping my kitchen spotless. I am the one who has to clean up my mess.

My grandchildren joke and laugh about Grandma in the kitchen. I am the craft Grandma, and so we do other things. But they also know I make a mess when I do that, too. You should see the mess we make when we make homemade marshmallows.

I work better if I don’t have to worry about keeping everything perfect. It is a part of my creative process even when it comes to cooking. But I do keep it sanitary for those out there who now are scared to eat anything I make. Have you seen my chapped hands from washing them so much?

If you are staying away from the holiday baking because your cookies don’t turn out as beautiful and perfect as your neighbors, don’t worry about it. If you are staying away from creating gifts for your loved ones because they might turn out a little strange, don’t worry about it.

Have fun doing what you love even if it is not perfect. I have to tell you that when you are being unperfectly creative, it will be one of a kind.

Create away and — if you like to take a flour shower — don’t wear black.

Thank You Albert Lea Tribune for supporting Granny.

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