C is for...Compound

I have always had this dream of living in a family compound...this looks like and idyllic setting, doesn't it? (Thanks Google Images) My vision for this family "community setting" is so clear in my minds eye, I can almost feel the wind across my face as I stand in the long grass of the prairie...sorry, got lost there for a second. 

We once lived around the corner from my mother...and loved it.  She could pop in any time to see the grand-kids, and I could go there to escape when the craziness got to be too much.  I miss those times.  Now we live 45 minutes away and popping over for a visit takes a little more planning and expense.  Seriously though, if I came into some substantial money I would move my beautiful and sweet mother, my In-Laws, Grannie Anne, and whoever else I could stand would want there.   I'd even put a couple of those Adirondack chairs around the place...this place is shaping up nicely.

We would each have our own separate house, of course, and be far enough away from each other that it would feel like we lived as a single unit, rather than one of many. Of course, there would be one rule everyone would have to follow or die or else, and that rule would be that there would be absolutely no popping over to any ones home without calling first.  That is something I cannot tolerate, don't you think a call is a nice thought before you interrupt some ones day?  

Well I didn't buy one of those  waste of a hard earned dollar lottery tickets when the megabucks was $640 million dollars, so I guess I'll have to earn it the hard way...Darn it!

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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