Imagination and dancing fingers :)

Do you know people who look like birds and insects and your family pet?  What about your thumb? Have you noticed the resemblance of your ole' Aunt Louise? ha!
 I used to make my comb sound like an orchestra and my fingers dance, twirling and swirling across the "stage".
Amazing isn't it what your imagination can conjure up, I suppose that's why kids have such a good time and seem to be in their "own worlds".

Playground Memories by ME

In my head there always was and still  is a party going on without a doubt.  Before computers and phones fit in the palm of your hands----- took  away every blinking thought---- we played with fervor, befitting the envy of any playground.
I'd sit for hours on my porch, the length of a field (to me), putting my grocery store in order for the customers expected to come through the "door".
At other times,  hours would pass by rocking my dolly  for so long it would make your head swim and my "husband"   was expected for dinner at any moment.


Yes, Imagination, I have it, parents, do yourself and your kids a favor, take the phones away, televisions off, and go outside and explore, there is a plethora of things to see and do.  Watch people from the car, if you can, you will notice the majority walking and talking with phones, while babies sit "alone" and dogs are aimlessly walked,  so much is being missed because we are out of tune with what we should be in tune with.

Pie in the Sky by ME

I have a friend who was an art teacher in an elementary school for awhile .  He put a lump of clay in front of about dozen of his pupils and asked them to make whatever they wanted and out of the 12 only two came up with something, the others hadn't a clue where to even begin.
It frustrated  the stuffing out of him, for them. 

I wouldn't trade a moment then for  my prized Macbook Pro now for the imagination I  am able to use on Adobe Illustrator...whoo hoo ........what would be the point! 

Random Thoughts Pt. 2

I had a whopping  1 person comment who liked my R.T.'s and I'm very happy about that.  One is awesome, much better than none.  :)
He requested  more random thoughts; I'll try, I'll have to dig in the vault for these.  They don't come as easily.
Some R.T.'s might offend, just know it's not intended, if there are thoughts from my past I wasn't perfect,   I lived through the 70's, and if I remember anything, it's a miracle......That should be explanation enough.


I was always told I should say nice things about people even though you'd rather not.   I had to think real hard with certain people.   For instance, my mother in law.  (Out of respect for the rest of the family members that I still speak to I'll not mention names. )
My MIL was your typical meanie MIL, and right from the start.  I was shy and that didn't help  at all.  Skip through so many years .....and still mean,  I wasn't as shy,......long story short...the only nice thing I could think of to say a was....."she made great mashed potatoes." 


When my then bf, turned husband, before he turned gay,  lived together in the coolest apartment above a garage. ( Two bedrooms, 1 bath, kitchen, hard wood floors, living room, for $65.00/month.)

The Party-Gary and Steve-"75

We decided to see how long we could "continue a party".
I think "The Party" lasted a month.  It went on and on... we still worked too!  Just know, no one was harmed during the process, except possibly my memory of everything that happened. (I wrote about that party on one of my other blogs The Chocolate Book,  I've since closed it due to lack of time.) 


I never understood completely what my mother was referring to when she said she didn't recognize the person in the mirror not being herself.   Finally, I understood the human spirit, our soul, and how it can live on without our body. 



I just know if I would have pursued dance when I was little, I'd now be dancing on the stage...(no-I wouldn't be including a pole in the routine), it would've included tap shoes and maybe ballet.  I always seemed to get a charlie horse when I pointed my toes.  Ha!


When I was little I thought when you turned on the TV, the movie star who was on the screen automatically appeared and was performing. (wherever) It was magic.  If he or she would've been in the bathroom it could have been interesting..but not then, because they didn't show much of the BR back then.

I loved cowboys and Indians.  It was probably odd for a girl to love that but I did.  No I'm not gay.  I loved the crunch of the boots to the gravel and the sound of the horses clomping.  I loved Rowdy Yates, who didn't.. . ..and the dust in the air.  I wanted to be Annie Oakley so bad and when I was in 2nd grade I had the guns and the hat for a skit we were doing.  My imagination wasn't lacking.

 

Another thing I loved was when the ladies who wore high heels would scuff or drag them while walking. I mean, they would cause this sound that I thought was the coolest.  Ever.
When I became of age to wear them, I did it too.



I love to watch old movies and discover movie stars who were no one then.  They were honing in on their craft.  I think character actors have the best of both worlds.

 I'll do a part 3 on Random Thoughts.  It's much easier than writing a complete thought.  :)