Application of Imagination--Oh. My.
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
Did you ever buy a house in a new development where all you might see when you sign on the dotted line are one or two completed homes. The rest of the lots are under development. You have to use your imagination about how the final neighborhood is going to look. Might I suggest that is a dicey business, projecting your imagined ideas of "home" out there?
In our present development there are about 28 homes, all completed now. The builder, in order to maximize investment, squeezed a lot in the "center" of one end of the development--our end. That house is surrounded by seven houses. There is no privacy for those poor people. It seems that since they enter by a long, fenced drive and are hemmed in by 6 foot fencing, they might imagine that they are private, despite the scores of windows looking at them. And there's the interesting resonance chamber that is created by all the hard surfaces reflecting noise from that home, bouncing it off our houses like a rubber cannonball. When someone comes up the driveway, sound system booming, our windows rattle. Thank goodness the home owner is more my age and I imagine that he requires the younger folk to turn off the "music" because it stops when whoever turns off the car--unless they sit in it until the song ends. Oh. My-My-My-My-My!
Let me assure you that this MMMLOG isn't a complaint. It's an artsy lament in the Spanish flamenco sense, a cante hondo. Big difference. "Flamenco is said to derive from the "cante" (song). . . The serious forms of "cante hondo" are intense and emotional, almost fatalistic."
So, I've got a cante hondo going about my present application of imagination. I really must find and project some new dreams of home . . . aiiiiiiiiii!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
Did you ever buy a house in a new development where all you might see when you sign on the dotted line are one or two completed homes. The rest of the lots are under development. You have to use your imagination about how the final neighborhood is going to look. Might I suggest that is a dicey business, projecting your imagined ideas of "home" out there?
In our present development there are about 28 homes, all completed now. The builder, in order to maximize investment, squeezed a lot in the "center" of one end of the development--our end. That house is surrounded by seven houses. There is no privacy for those poor people. It seems that since they enter by a long, fenced drive and are hemmed in by 6 foot fencing, they might imagine that they are private, despite the scores of windows looking at them. And there's the interesting resonance chamber that is created by all the hard surfaces reflecting noise from that home, bouncing it off our houses like a rubber cannonball. When someone comes up the driveway, sound system booming, our windows rattle. Thank goodness the home owner is more my age and I imagine that he requires the younger folk to turn off the "music" because it stops when whoever turns off the car--unless they sit in it until the song ends. Oh. My-My-My-My-My!
Let me assure you that this MMMLOG isn't a complaint. It's an artsy lament in the Spanish flamenco sense, a cante hondo. Big difference. "Flamenco is said to derive from the "cante" (song). . . The serious forms of "cante hondo" are intense and emotional, almost fatalistic."
So, I've got a cante hondo going about my present application of imagination. I really must find and project some new dreams of home . . . aiiiiiiiiii!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 9:13 AM
