I've often spoken to my friends about my home and how humble it is compared to theirs, as I try to find comfort in the things that I have - so as I was making my way down the marble stairway to the second level, I stopped to enjoy the rare Rembrandt we have hanging in the gallery room. I sat for a minute on the pearl damask chaise lounge and I reflected upon it's perfect landscape scattered with tulips.
Afterwards, I went down to the first level to find that Winifred had just finished creating a fine dish of crepes with strawberry sauce, and potatoes julien. She then went upstairs to answer my daughter's page on the intercom and brought Anastasia down to join me for breakfast.
"Where are you going today, daddy?" she asked. I referred to my newspaper for a quick glance and then looked into her perfectly beautiful baby blue eyes, "To Mexico City to speak with Francisco Montez, the President of an important worldwide corporation." I answered. She smiled and then we began to eat.
I had considered a game of golf at the country club, but thought that I had a glorious amount of time on my hands to enjoy the comfort of home - why not do that? So, I did. It wasn't long before my exquisitely beautiful wife and our talented, athletic son came down from their rooms to join Anastasia and me in the breakfast room. After our morning meal we asked Winifred to join us for a watching of Shark Tales in the theater. We all laughed and laughed.
My son had tennis lessons to go to and Anastasia was taken by our driver, Ms. Brandon, to ballet. My wife went into her office to continue coordinating the local mother/daughters league banquet coming up in a couple of weeks - so I came on here to lay down my thoughts about my home, though humble it may be... how pure in it's perfection it is.
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