Sunday, September 03, 2006

Losing One's Marbles...

Losing one's marbles...
Or finding them & being left to wonder,
where did they come from?
Whose pockets did they bounce around in & how did they wind up here?

This house sits on a small lot...between 1/3 & 1/4 acre lot and is about 1400 sq. ft. It's just over 100 yrs. old.
I have found about 50 marbles since moving here almost 7 years ago.

The first one was the dusty blue one on the outside band @ 8 o'clock. Before moving in, I yanked all the carpet & re-did the hardwoods. After spreading my 1st coat of sealant upstairs & on the steps...it rolled from somewhere up there, rolling, dropping & bouncing all the way down the steps, then across the floor about 12' to where it met me by the laundry room door. How I was able to remove the carpeting, sand the floors 5x & then seal them once without finding it, i'll never know but, I thought that this meant someone, somewhere was glad to see the hardwoods uncovered again.
The dark orange one( top row by the bright milky blue one) was found in the wall when we were cutting out of the back wall for a rear door, ironically enough, as we were talking shades of orange to paint the accent wall once the new door was installed. I took this one as a sign, that sunburnt orange would be A-OK, with somebody, somewhere.
Two green ones were found, as I was anxiously awaiting the phone call from the mortgage broker, to let me know if I qualified to buy a house...I was so excited that I ran inside & called my brother (it was his house I was trying to get qualified for...bank loans don't come easy for those that are legally blind & disabled). I told him about the marbles & that we were in the green. He didn't beleive me, until I called back 2 hrs later, after the broker had called with the jubilant news. I trusted the sign of the marbles
The most recent find was yesterday, It's black and brown/gold, but looks like gun metal in pic. I don't know what it means, but little Joseph rode his bike today for the first time without training wheels...in the gravel, through the grass, down the sidwalk, in the church parking lot & up the street.
The glowing white ones really have, what I call, ghosts inside them...white blurs of glass.
They're all really pretty and some look older than others, mishapen or scarred, different sizes & weights, different colors & textures.
I always feel like it's a good sign to find one...
a little reminder to look for the good, the simple, the forgotten...
And they always make me wonder...
Am I losing my marbles or simply finding somebody elses?

13 comments:

SAS said...

It's as if they have little souls of their own, isn't it? Like little yellow butterflies beating furiously at their glass carriages

vicci said...

I love marbles.....I have a huge jar of them....marbles were popular when we were kids...especially on the East coast...I wonder what your marbles would say if they could talk!?

Orhan Kahn said...

Marbles used to be the iPod of it's day. I'm truly not suprised. Marbles are awesome but annoying at the same time. Like a house of cards that can roll away.

Maryellen said...

That is intriguing to find the marbles and that you remember what occurred when you found each one. Sounds like lil Joseph has found his freedom of motion. Sweet.

SAS said...

I dreamed about your marbles last night..that I found an old scratched marble on a dusty gravel road. The marble was a yellowish chartreuse color...and of course I can't remember the rest of the dream! ILY

Beerspitnight said...

This is, if my abused memory recalls correctly, the first time that I have read something whose subject is marbles. Rock on.

Maryellen said...

It is Saturday p.m. I just wanted you 2 skinny sis's to know I actually hiked. I actually wanted you to know first because you've been so nice to me here on blog and I appreciate it. (I'm posting this message on both of your sites) I will blog the day later, post a few pics, and if you will trust me with it, you can send me an both of your email addys over our ebay connection (through Crunchyard) and I'll send you an invite to the album on Webshots where I store my photography. I'm butt tired right now, but just know I did good, had a great day and will go again. HURRAH! Big smiles.

skinnylittleblonde said...

Beerspitnight, I tried to rock on to your blog...but was blocked? Maybe I really am loosing my marbles! ;)
Maryellen, thank you so much for bopping in & giving us the update. I had no doubts & can't wait for pics!

Anonymous said...

SAS~
Could it have been an opaque orange?
;)

Beerspitnight said...

Blocked huh? As in the way a porn site would be blocked? Wow- the possiblity that my site is somehow viewed as having the same high quality standards that porn sites have. I am proud.

- I wonder why it is doing that -
- I dig your site -
- I'm going add your site to my linked blogs, hope you don't mind-

Raw Words

LukisWeb said...

WOW! That is very interesting. Makes me wonder what kind of adventures will fall onto my lap when I move in. I havent been writting or reading in a while. Finally wrote something new today. Your story is very interesting. Where are all these marbles coming from. More importantly why are they being found by you. What a story! Hope all is well!

skinnylittleblonde said...

BeerSpitNight
your RawWords link at bottom works...so soon I will venture off to YOUR never-ever land :)
BTW, porn sites never block me...I wish they would, I've never tried to access one but once made the mistake of searching my own God-given name only to discover it belonged to a star of sorts. Eke!
Lukis_Lemme know what secret treasures your house has waiting for you to confirm that its moe than just a house, but a home!

Hammer said...

Very cool. I had a house like that, I found lots of stuff that seemed to have meaning.

There are too many circumstances with your morbles to dismiss them readily.

Hope you find some more.