door to imagination.
oh my goodness.
other than my second thought
after simply ‘enchanting!’
a little snakey maybe. LOL.
a phobia. and i’ve probably only met about 3 in my life.
you know. personally.
wait. are we counting the two legged ones?
then make that 4.
i tell you old bean. i do not even know why i have categories.
i can never remember where i put what. LOLOL!
i can’t. let’s see. christmas speaks for itself. that one’s easy.
and holidays ~ well ~ that is probably to cover all the other holidays.
and could mean a vacation though. i guess. crap.
and i do remember every single one of the “so embarrassing’!
because yes. they’re hilarious. but they also carry a certain pain.
if you know what i mean!
i don’t even know why i got off on all that.
oh yes. i remember.
not too far back ~ after i moved to my tiny wren house here ~
i posted about ‘tammy mitty’s balcony’
i was going to re~read it but i didn’t know where it was! LOL.
and that’s the point of this post.
i think i might have mentioned it once before.
my darling bob told me one time that i was the only person he knew
who lived their life as if they were in a movie musical.
i remember wondering at the time if it was really a compliment!
i mean. did it mean i wasn’t in touch with reality?
that i preferred fantasy to my real life?
i never questioned him! i probably should have!
be he was laughing as he said it
and. loving me the way he did . . . i find it hard to believe
it was very critical. he wasn’t mean. the man adored me.
isn’t that nice.
he put up with a lot!
but i also think he was never bored.
NON NON NON ! ! !
AH ! mais oui old bean. mais oui.
more like it.
pretty much the extent of my pitiful french too.
and can you imagine french with an okie accent? ouch.
though i can do a mean brit or a zsa zsa gabor. and also kermit the frog.
i’ve never been to paris. the closest I’ve been is calais.
drat. 2 and a half hours away from paris. and i missed it.
that’s like from here to tulsa old bean!
well. i’ll just have to go again. by way of london of course.
see . . .
this point i seem to be talking all around is just this.
come this summer ~ of an evening. i can easily sit on my little
wren house balcony at my ‘mariott’ resort
and i won’t be seeing the apartment complex across the road.
i’ll be seeing that view above in the picture.
it’s as easy as that.
i simply often live in my imagination.
i know reality. believe me. i KNOW reality.
and because i often go the land of my imagination ~
that doesn’t mean i’m not content.
it’s hard to explain.
i am surely not the only grownup who does this?
this isn’t a picture of ours.
but ours had all kinds of quilts and afghans and pillows and neat things.
this one is way too bright though.
forts in living rooms are supposed to be a little bit dark.
there! that’s more like it.
more better as captain says. lol.
the last time the boys were here
jacob and i built a fort in granddad’s living room.
(for those of you new to the peanut . . . ‘ granddad ‘ is my brother. aka the marine.
and the ‘boys’ are his grandsons. jacob is 8 and blake is 13.)
anyway. jacob and i had the neatest fort you’ve ever seen!
and he had a long wooden sword. and he was king arthur.
and I WAS PRINCESS ROXANNE.
my entire growing up life i have always been princess roxanne.
i just love that name. names are very important.
here i am.
ah. yes. i have flaming red hair. and maybe i’m just
ever so slightly bored. you know. as some princesses are.
jacob and i played until i tell you. i was fair exhausted!
we did battle. he rescued me. we rode our horses back to the fort!
we were safe! except . . .
king arthur was FINALLY mortally wounded !!!
he lie bleeding. there was nothing anyone could do.
i had tears in my voice.
“please king arthur! don’t leave me. don’t leave me! please don’t leave” !!!
he must have heard real pain in my voice.
because all of a sudden
that adorable little 8 year old face smiled up at me and said
” it’s okay roxie. it’s okay! i’m not goin’ anywhere! i’m right here!”
i nearly fell out of the fort.
good times old bean. good times.
who’s to say where childhood ends?
maybe i am guilty of still thinking like a child.
but my life is beautiful.
in part because of sheer imagination.
and it’s too late to change it all now.
i just don’t want to!
i’m too settled into myself now . . .
like a friendly apartment that has a cosy chair.
you know just how it will feel before you even sit down.
i’m a cosy chair that couldn’t care less if somebody thinks
i shouldn’t pretend about things.
that’s their problem!
and i’ve got some pretty wicked smart people on my side
to argue the case! LOL.
where was this little quote when i was having so much trouble with
12 th grade chemistry ? it could have pleaded my case !
the scary thing to me is . . .
not the children.
little children like jacob will always be dwelling in the land of imagine.
at least if they’re granted a half way normal childhood.
and it’s a healthy developing way to grow.
it’s the ‘older’ children. so many young adults in this world today.
the ones that see only black. and white. and ugliness.
that look back at you with a robotic vacant stare.
they’ve lost the ‘imagine’ spark.
the ones who because of our society and its phony values
think that everything must be perfect before they’re happy.
that they must have everything the minute they want it.
that whatever they have is never ever enough.
they’re the ones i’m afraid for.
for they will never ever know true happiness.
and if you get enough really truly UNHAPPY people in this world
then . . . well.
til soon old bean.
keep on imagining!
the water’s fine!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
and. pardon me old bean.
but there’s a young lady who is the epitome of
a child who knows how to imagine.
and then work hard to achieve that imagining.
she makes me optimistic of the young people of today.
yes! island dream’n julia is her name. and her little dog lucky.
it’s so exciting to follow her progress! check her out and wish her well!
door ~ highlysensitivemen.com
sing’in in the rain ~ ihaveavoicetoo.com
paris ~ credit unknown
fort blanket 1 ~ blogs.babble.com
fort blanket 2 ~ makinglifepretty.wordpress.com
‘princess roxanne’ ~ tumblr.com
imagination in books ~ coolvibe.com
einstein quote ~ keithlango.blogspot.com
app cartoon ~ laughingsquid.com