Is that your living room? I asked. No reply. It must be, for it seems so like you – calm, artful, sedate. It is full of grace like Tuesday's child, fair of face like Monday's child and not at all like Wednesday's child, full of woe – nor of Thursday's child who has far to go. But it is Friday's child who is loving and giving – and that is you, Janet – so I deem this to be your living room.
Oh, how I could gaze forever out that picture window, into the blonde sunny sky of early summer, nearly touching the treetops whose branches were perhaps graced by a child's tree house, lovingly built by a favorite dad.
Oh, how I could play forever on those ivories and never once tempt the music of the spheres to listen to my silliness. But I would have such fun trying.
Oh, how I could lie on that couch all morning and afternoon, with a mint Julep, an orange Julius, or a hot lemon spritzer and a good book, with a doting cat or two at my feet.
Oh, how that bouquet could fill the room with a light fragrance as I waft off to sleep.
What a dream it would be. What a life it could be. Could have been. What a ...
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Well, come to think of it ...what you just wrote will work just fine......
It is not my living room but I do get to spend time in it on a regular basis. I am a Tuesday child and the room belongs to one of my children. The piano is over a hundred years old but has been restored to look like new. Its tone is mellow like the feeling I get from looking at the image. The view from the windows is beautiful and the light in the room has a special glow...like your writing Ms. Esplin-Oleski.
So you are a Tuesday child! I will have to look up my DOB - I forget if it is Tuesday or exactly which day. Might be Tuesday, also.
And Janet, lucky you, you get to be there and how wonderful of you tell the story behind the room....it makes things all the more special
Larry, I would love to have this room. Lucky child of Janet's.
Cassandra, thank you..