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GratefulGirl69 51F
1489 posts
9/6/2018 6:07 pm
Imagination in Overdrive

Well friends, my time here is drawing to a close. While this blog has been partly an exercise in exhibitionism (the figurative oval mirror to match the literal o.ne that captures my physical image), it has mostly been a project to document certain things about my life, experiences, and feelings for my later-in-life . As there really are only so many things that I can talk about before I start repeating and self-referencing myself, and as I only have so many unique and potentially interesting stories to tell, it was always intended to be something that would end.

Liking big parts of the blogging community here has left me tempted to stretch it out, to stay indefinitely. But unfortunately, disliking SO many other things about this place in general- and disliking the feeling that it is changing me (and NOT for the better) has made me decide to accelerate my departure. I'll say more about that before I close up shop, but I still have a couple more stories to tell.

Even in earliest childhood, I loved telling stories, both my own- the stuff of my life- and those that I imagined and invented, inspired by things that I encountered as I went about my life. I was described as having an "over-active imagination" in my youth, and I suppose that term still applies in adulthood, though I tend to think of it more now as being a "creative thinker." Especially because others that I have met who have the same sort of tendency tend to be creative people- musicians, writers, artists.

What I do- and what they do- and what I have always done, is fix on something and build a story around it. Or imagine what its story really is, and then try to tell that story. It can be something seen or heard- a piece of seaglass or a snippet of a song... it can be something tiny or sweeping- a handwritten note in a margin of a used book or the view of a city as seen from an airplane window... and it can be something deeply entrenched in reality or more fanciful than Alice's adventures- an imagined real history or an entire make-believe world.

All it takes is a momentary interaction with a thing, and my imagination kicks into gear, weaving the story.

While you might not think that such a thing has much use or value in adulthood, it is actually something that made me good in the fields of history and archaeology. Much of the work done in those areas involves projecting, imagining, stretching your mind to find the story that a primary source or an artifact tells. Accuracy is of critical importance, but it is often the imagination that leads you down the path to the eventual truth. Or rather, the most accurate, or most likely, interpretation.

In childhood, this skill was mostly useful in making and keeping friends- in being a source of entertainment to peers. And to the older of two younger brothers, the o.ne who grew up as my near-twin. Born only 18 months apart and belonging to a family that moved around a lot, there were large chunks of our young lives where we were each other's best- and sometimes only- friend. And second only to the fierce protection that I constantly offered to him, he adored (sometimes idolized) me for my ability to spin a yarn to soothe or amuse him, to enlighten or encourage.

My biggest and longest-lasting tale, o.ne that we continued to talk about well into adulthood- and woven just for my little bro- was something we called "Snow Stuff." It started late o.ne winter night when I was 8 and he had not yet turned 7, as we sat by my bedroom window, watching a heavy snowfall WAY past bedtime because we knew school would be cancelled the next day for inclement weather. In other words, it was like a holiday- No School!! And mounds of snow to p.lay in!! We lived in a house in a cul-de-sac that y.ear, and the plows would push and dump snow from a section of the neighborhood into that paved circle, making veritable icy mountains for us to climb, sled over, and burrow in.

At o.ne point in our midnight weather watch, my brother asked me, "What if it never stops? What if it keeps on snowing?" And so, in answering him, "Snow Stuff" was born. I verbally painted a picture of a world where everyone lived in underground snow caves, burrows, and sort of reverse igloos... whole towns and cities carved out beneath the gazillion feet of snow that covered the earth. If it just kept on snowing, life would go on, my tale asserted, just under snow. Oh, and with the keeping of polar bears and penguins as pets, of course.

The tale was so ticklish and effective that it became a sort of cornerstone in our p.lay until we got o.ld enough to stop playing together. When we were in our treehouse, we imagined it being an ice fortress. When we made couch cushion forts, they were always snow caves to us. When we pinched a shopping cart and pushed it and its passenger over a ramp ( yes, that DID result in o.ne of us getting a concussion! ), it was a sleigh to us in our minds and shared imagination.

I've thought about writing it out as an actual story, a 's book, and someday I just might. Hell, I probably should! Figure a way to put a spin on it about climate change and launch a new career as a writer of 's "Green" fiction, promoting education and awareness of environmental issues- maybe even animal rights issues (i.e. don't leave your penguin chained up outside for too long). I'll become famous in that niche, go around the world giving talks on the subject, maybe break into the YA genre, perhaps collaborate with Al Gore to re-work his "Earth in the Balance" for younger readers. I'll be encouraged to get into politics on a progressive platform, but will ultimately decide that my early experiences with hallucinogens would render me too much of a political liability, so I'll eventually settle on accepting a cabinet seat in a newly created agency designed to promote scientific, environmental issues in K-12 education in the presidential administration of Bernie Sanders.

LOL! See? There I go again, letting my imagination spin out, as it is wont to do. All it takes is a little glimpse of something- a sight, a sound, an idea.

Something seen during my commute to take Squinkie to school has me building a story in my head this week. It's a house along the way, set back a bit from the highway. An abandoned house that is almost completely overgrown with wild vegetation. That's a pic of it, up there, snapped while driving by.

The idea of an abandoned and overgrown house is extremely compelling to me. Poignant, surprising, confusing. I mean, it's a house. Not just a shed or garage or barn, but a whole house, left empty, to be taken by nature.

People strive for and work very hard to have a house; it's one of those fundamental things that most people seem to want to acquire- a home of their own. And during any period of time, in any economy, building a house isn't cheap. It's not exactly an incidental expenditure. It takes a lot of work and a fair amount of money to build o.ne or to buy o.ne. And when people are done with a particular house and are ready to move into a new o.ne, they don't just throw away the o.ld o.ne, as they do a worn down frying pan or broken bicycle. Hell, even a car, which is certainly a bigger ticket item than a bike, but still is nowhere near the value and significance of a house, usually gets sold or salvaged even when inoperable.

Given the expense and importance (on so many levels) of a house, seeing one abandoned and left to the elements not simply invites, but BEGS for a story. O.ne that tells the tale of the place, explains why and how it got to be what it is now- a curious blip on the side of highway for people like me to wonder about. And my mind has been wondering, my imagination churning over it every morning this week, driving back alone after dropping Squinkie off at the bus.

While I know a bit about architecture, my knowledge is more concentrated on older- even ancient- architecture, and I cannot be certain when that style of house is most likely to have been built. But my guess is maybe the 40s or 50s. And in my mind, I see a young family building it, a farming family undoubtedly, given the region. A young couple who had been living with parents while they saved up to build their own home. And finally, finally were able to.

And it was their dream, even if it was modest one- to have a home in which to raise their and grow old in. A place of their own, their small corner of the world, where they hung stockings and decorated Christmas trees in December, shucked corn and cooked meat on a grill in the yard in July. They stayed awake all night with sick , celebrated birthdays and promotions and personal accomplishments, built dreams and hopes, grieved for the loss of loved o.nes, and made love within those walls.

Most of the things that happen in a life happen under the roof of a home, and even when people decide to move on to another home, usually a bigger and better o.ne, they still typically maintain a sense of connection- even if only though nostalgia- for the place left behind. A home means something.

That's why it's hard for me to imagine how a house can be abandoned. And in trying to figure out how this o.ne was... well, maybe it was left to a when the parents died, but he/she was well-to-do and had no need of it, didn't want to live in it or rent it out, but still wanted to keep the land, so just left it to sit. Or maybe they went bankrupt and the county repossessed the home, and no o.ne tried to get it at auction. Or maybe there was a fire or some other sort of damage that isn't visible from the outside which left it uninhabitable, but the cost of demolishing it wasn't deemed worth the effort, so it was just left to nature.

Maybe, maybe, maybe. There's no clear and easy explanation for it, but my mind continues to dwell on it, wondering what its true story is while tossing around dozens of maybe-stories for it. But whatever its true story is, I still think it kind of sad, poignant... that a place that was once most certainly filled with life and the stuff of living, a place that someone once called "home," stopped being something that anyone cares about. Though I suppose the birds and raccoons appreciate it now.

What do you think, sexy friends? What seems a likely story to you for an abandoned home? And what sorts of imaginations do y'all have- active, average, or gotta kick it a few times to get it to start up? And does anyone else do this crazy and creative thing of making up mental stories for little things that you come across in life? As always, I'd love to hear everything and anything.

I'll be putting up another post tomorrow, my penultimate o.ne... and my final post, the final chapter of this adventure, will come on either Saturday or Sunday. Hope everyone is feeling great as the weekend approaches!


GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 6:09 pm

Of course, maybe people actually still live there- and are just really, REALLY bad at maintaining their lawn...

Paulxx001 63M
16772 posts
9/6/2018 6:26 pm

I am on IG and a huge fan of urbex. Quite a few people patrol abandoned homes and churches and buildings and factories and hospitals (and the list goes on), and their images always evoke a story. Yep... It's fascinating, sad, intriguing, spooky and very thought provoking... for sure. Love it!

HeartCollector 63F

9/6/2018 7:11 pm

Darn...I just started reading your blog!

The gladdest hours we know are those shared with a friend or two. Wilbur D. Nesbit

big54al 66M
2080 posts
9/6/2018 7:14 pm

It will be a sad day when you quit posting

Tmptrzz 57F
86649 posts
9/6/2018 7:44 pm

First off let me say I will be sad to see you leave, as I think you are an amazing lady and writer but I do really understand what your saying.

I want to thank you for the wonderful story tonight giving us a peak into your life and the wonderful pictures to go along with it. And I hope you write your childrens book as I think it will be an amazing book and it will do very well..

I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening hun..

Just your average every day run of the mill nana here!!!

GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 8:13 pm

    Quoting Paulxx001:
    I am on IG and a huge fan of urbex. Quite a few people patrol abandoned homes and churches and buildings and factories and hospitals (and the list goes on), and their images always evoke a story. Yep... It's fascinating, sad, intriguing, spooky and very thought provoking... for sure. Love it!
Oooh... I'm not familiar with IG or urbex, but if it involves images of abandoned places, I imagine I would love it. I once found a site online that had a large number of such images, and I have to admit that I MapCrunched some of them to wander some of the surrounding areas, as there's something very appealing to me (which is perhaps twisted!) in the things of mankind being left behind for nature to claim. Sometimes forlorn, sometimes scary, sometimes sad- always though-provoking.

I appreciate your contribution- thank you!

GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 8:14 pm

I have enjoyed having you here- thank you!

GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 8:15 pm

    Quoting big54al:
    It will be a sad day when you quit posting
You're very sweet- thank you. It will be Sat or Sunday, and I'll probably keep things up for an extra day just to say goodbye and make sure I print out everything for the file I'm keeping for my girl. I WILL be sure to say farewell, though!

Thank you!

2O3tre43O4too9 40M
15 posts
9/6/2018 8:19 pm

Dope! Intellectual dialogue is rare these days!

GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 8:29 pm

    Quoting Tmptrzz:
    First off let me say I will be sad to see you leave, as I think you are an amazing lady and writer but I do really understand what your saying.

    I want to thank you for the wonderful story tonight giving us a peak into your life and the wonderful pictures to go along with it. And I hope you write your childrens book as I think it will be an amazing book and it will do very well..

    I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening hun..
Thank you so much for the kind words- I genuinely appreciate them. I've learned a lot here, with one of the biggest things being that I am not as thick-skinned as I've always believed. And, I fear, I'm also more judgmental than I ever suspected. There are just too many smarmy things going on here... and I'm starting to feel dirty (and not in the good way) by association. And simply exhausted from the constant tide of liars and game-players and people who think women here are like items on a menu instead of real human beings.

I really admire those who can weather it- I am not strong enough to do so.

GratefulGirl69 51F

9/6/2018 8:33 pm

    Quoting 2O3tre43O4too9:
    Dope! Intellectual dialogue is rare these days!
Well, people putting their penises as profile pictures doesn't exactly create a welcoming environment for intellectual dialogue. Nor does a user base that is flooded with cheaters and liars.

MyBaffies 51M
4406 posts
9/7/2018 1:35 am

There was a bungalow along the road from me which had overgrown, much like in your picture. Despite having a small garden at the front, the foliage had grown so much it was still able to cover a lot of the property and hide it from view. This was in the city as well.

Then all of a sudden, a skip appeared outside and the branches had been cut back and there it was again.

I wonder if the occupier had become deceased or taken into a care home and there was some kind of legal issue over who was going to own it next - you know how long these things can take.

Sorry to hear you're leaving, I can understand the reasons behind it. Good luck in the real world.


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lickeyzsplit 57M  
947 posts
9/7/2018 5:15 am

I look forward to reading your posts every morning !! There are some genuinely good people on here along with some questionable to ..sad to see you go hope all the best for you

lindoboy100 57M
22299 posts
9/7/2018 8:10 am

Que lastima.........

Suerte, guapa!

I'll miss your lovely prose, the ville will be poorer for your departure.

Pull ma finger.........

Paulxx001 63M
16772 posts
9/7/2018 8:42 am

Sorry... IG is Instagram and urbex is just a hashtag used (on IG), to identity the type of pic it is... #urbanromantix #urbex .. #artofvisuals etc etc... Anyway.. If you're ever on IG the examples are off the charts interesting...

pacnwlover42 51M
8238 posts
9/7/2018 3:05 pm

Best wishes to you! I just started reading your blog, so I'm sorry to see you leave.

Funny women are incredibly sexy!

Chuckk48 64M
1319 posts
9/7/2018 6:52 pm

Well I am sorry to see you leave but I can understand your reasoning. Blogs like this are hard to maintain, hard to keep it going without getting repetitive. Sooner or later it's the same ol same ol. There are few people on this site that are interested in any subject beyond tit's and ass. Myself sense I don't really intend to meet anyone I tend to post for awhile then disappear for a couple years then come back and try again. I am getting to the point where I am questioning whether this site it worth the effort I am putting into it. So I imagine I will be joining you in leaving in the not to distant future. It's not a big deal my experience has been this is the normal progression of things on the internet.

citizen4722 62M  
68376 posts
9/8/2018 7:45 am

I remember my brother and I talking and making up stories as kids. Lying in our bunk bed (he always had the top bunk, being the eldest), we made up our own TV shows where we lived in a mansion..it's very hazy trying to remember much about it now though...being almost 50 years ago!
During the day, after school, we were 'Garrison's Guerillas'. I think there were five or six of us playing the roles...."Argh! It's an ambush"
I'll miss your stories. Even your comments are like short stories in a way. Go for that book

27043 posts
9/8/2018 6:54 pm

I'll miss your blog, especially since I have only recently found and started reading it.

Check out my profile or and become a "watcher" of my blog FMAOPLS,to learn more about me, and for intelligent, lively, smartassy and fun discussion, with a little irreverence thrown in. "Like" or comment on my photos, and I promise I'll add more. Thanks.

pocogato12 68F  
34834 posts
9/9/2018 6:04 am

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