Markola
Thinks s/he gets paid by the post
The trick to social media is taking the pearls and leaving the rest, not that I’ve fully mastered it.
I agree with all you have said. I also really like this forum and the people on it. I also don't have much to offer in the fine details of finances but love to be part of threads with my experiences, thoughts and views.
The trick to social media is taking the pearls and leaving the rest, not that I’ve fully mastered it.
After a while, you feel like you know some of the folks here and you do miss them when they disappear, even for a while.
Is it healthy to have 'friends' who use anonymous names and who you'll never likely get to meet? I don't know but such is the internet; it works for me though. At least here.
Is it healthy to have 'friends' who use anonymous names and who you'll never likely get to meet?
exactly, great post!
I feel the same. I feel a connectedness to many on the forum, even though I could pass you on the street and not know who you are!!
I do miss many of the folks who stop posting, I wonder what they are doing and hope they are well.
I don't mind the "repeat type" of questions, mostly from new folks. That's how I learned so much when I first joined.
OK, I've thought about this.Is it healthy to have 'friends' who use anonymous names and who you'll never likely get to meet? I don't know but such is the internet; it works for me though. At least here. I really do feel like part of a community.
Here is what ChatGP had to say "
Once upon a time, there was a bucket of paint that sat forgotten in a closet for 13 long years. It had been purchased with great excitement by a young couple who had just moved into their first home, but after painting a single room, they had never found the time to finish the rest. The bucket was left in the closet, pushed to the back and covered in a layer of dust, as the years ticked by.
But then, on a rainy day, something miraculous happened. The couple's grown-up daughter came to visit her childhood home and decided to do some tidying up. She opened the closet door and saw the old bucket of paint, looking just as it had all those years ago. On a whim, she decided to take it out and see if it was still usable.As she popped open the lid, she was amazed to find that the paint was still perfectly liquid and free of lumps. She couldn't believe it had sat in the closet for 13 years and was still in good condition. The daughter grinned and realized that it was time to finally use the paint tofinish what her parents had started.With a renewed sense of purpose, she began painting the walls of the house, one room at a time. As she worked, she found herself thinking about her parents and the memories they had made in this very home. The bucket of paint had been there all along, waiting for someone to give it a purpose, and now it was finally being put to use.
Days turned into weeks, and the daughter painted her way through the entire house. The walls were transformed from drab and lifeless to bright and full of color. As she stood back to admire her work, the daughter felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. It was amazing to think that all of this had started with a forgotten bucket of paint.In the end, the daughter felt as though she had not only transformed the house but also reconnected with her family's past. The bucket of paint had been a reminder of the hopes and dreams her parents had when they first moved in, and now it was a symbol of the love and care that had been put into the home over the years. The daughter smiled as she looked at the freshly painted walls, knowing that the old bucket of paint had played a small but important part in bringing it all to life."
The old house on Maple Street had been vacant for years, but on this rainy day, a group of contractors were hired to clear out the debris and prepare it for renovation. As they made their way through the rooms, hauling out old furniture and ripping down rotting wallpaper, one of the workers noticed an old closet tucked away in a corner of the living room.
Curiosity getting the best of him, the worker swung open the closet door and was surprised to find a bucket of paint sitting on a shelf. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, and the label had faded with age, but it was clear that the paint had not been touched in years.
As the worker reached for the bucket, memories flooded back to him. He remembered when the previous owners of the house had hired him to paint the living room. He had mixed a special shade of blue for the walls, and had just enough paint leftover to fill the bucket.
He remembered how the owners had suddenly decided to move to another state, leaving behind their unfinished home and the bucket of paint hidden away in the closet. It had been over 13 years since he last saw that bucket, and he had assumed it was lost forever.
As he stared at the bucket, a feeling of nostalgia washed over him. He wondered if the paint was still good, or if it had dried up and become unusable after all those years. He decided to take a chance and opened the lid, revealing a still-liquid shade of blue paint.
Without hesitation, the worker grabbed a roller and began painting the living room walls, marveling at how the color still looked as vibrant as it did all those years ago. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of closure and completion, as if he was finishing a job that had been left unfinished for far too long.
The rain continued to pour outside as he worked, but inside the old house, a new life was beginning to take shape. The bucket of paint hidden away in the closet for 13 years had finally been found, and it was being put to good use once again.
Its interesting that the "feeling" of both ChatGPT stories is similar. Unlike MarieIG post which was truly original and creative. BTW miss the blow the dough posts as well.OMG, I never thought of doing this. However, I want to say, rayinpenn would surely deal with lumps. ChatGPT took a shortcut and said there were no lumps. Sorry, there are going to be lumps! I miss rayinpenn!
Now, I tried ChatGPT and sure enough, no lumps again! I call that a shortcut. (It is a completely different story and interesting on its own, but not of rayinpenn quality.)
Its interesting that the "feeling" of both ChatGPT stories is similar. Unlike MarieIG post which was truly original and creative. BTW miss the blow the dough posts as well.
The rain was pouring down heavily as Claire and her family decided to clean out the old abandoned house they had just inherited from her grandparents. The house was old and run-down, and nobody had lived in it for many years. As they made their way through the dusty and cobweb-filled rooms, they came across an old closet that had been hidden away behind a pile of debris.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Claire opened the door to the closet, and her eyes widened in amazement as she saw an old bucket of paint sitting on a shelf. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, and the label had been eaten away by roaches and mice. The paint had been sitting there for 13 years, untouched and forgotten.
Despite the fact that the paint had no label and was most likely expired, Claire couldn't resist the urge to try it out. She had always been fascinated by art and had been looking for a new project to work on. She thought that maybe she could use the paint to create something unique.
Without hesitation, Claire grabbed the bucket of paint and took it outside to the porch, where she set up a small painting station. She decided to test out the paint on a canvas that her grandfather had left behind.
As she began to paint, she noticed that the paint had not dried up or become unusable, despite sitting in the closet for over a decade. The colors were vibrant and unique, and she had never seen anything like it before. The paint seemed to take on a life of its own as she worked, creating a painting that was both beautiful and haunting.
Claire continued to work on her painting for hours, lost in the joy of creating something new and unique. The rain continued to pour down, but she didn't care. She was too engrossed in her art to worry about the weather.
As she put the finishing touches on her painting, she realized that the old bucket of paint had become something special. It had been hidden away for years, forgotten and lost, but it had been rediscovered and given new life. The paint may have no label, but it had become a symbol of creativity and perseverance.
From that day forward, Claire continued to use the old bucket of paint in her art, creating beautiful and unique works that would have never been possible without it. The paint may have been forgotten for 13 years, but it had been given a new lease on life, thanks to Claire's creativity and determination.
After a while, you feel like you know some of the folks here and you do miss them when they disappear, even for a while.
Is it healthy to have 'friends' who use anonymous names and who you'll never likely get to meet? I don't know but such is the internet; it works for me though. At least here. I really do feel like part of a community.
Isn't it, though? Different stories, same feeling.
Write a story about a can of paint that sat in a closet for 13 years. When it was found it was rock hard and the label had been eaten away by rats.
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The can of paint sat in the closet for 13 years. It was a small can, about the size of a shoebox, and it was filled with a bright blue paint. The paint was still wet when it was put away, but over the years it had dried and hardened. The label on the can had been eaten away by rats, so there was no way to tell what kind of paint it was or where it had come from.
One day, the closet was being cleaned out, and the can of paint was discovered. It was picked up and examined, but no one could figure out what it was. Some people thought it was a relic from the past, while others thought it was just a piece of junk. Eventually, the can of paint was thrown away.
But the can of paint didn't want to be thrown away. It wanted to be used. So, one night, the can of paint escaped from the trash can and went back to the closet. It hid behind the clothes and waited for someone to find it again.
A few days later, a little girl was playing in the closet. She found the can of paint and was curious about it. She opened the can and took a sniff. The paint smelled like blueberries. The little girl smiled and put the can of paint down. She went to get her parents to show them what she had found.
The little girl's parents were surprised to see the can of paint. They had no idea where it had come from. But they were also excited. They had always wanted to paint their bedroom, but they had never been able to afford it. Now, they had a free can of paint!
The little girl's parents cleaned the can of paint and then they started to paint their bedroom. They painted the walls a bright blue, just like the paint in the can. When they were finished, they were so happy with the results. The bedroom looked brand new!
The little girl was especially happy. She loved her new bedroom. She would spend hours playing in her room, and she would always make sure to close the closet door so that the can of paint wouldn't get lost again.
The can of paint was happy too. It had finally found a home where it could be used. It was no longer just a relic from the past. It was a part of the little girl's family, and it would always be there for her.
I belong to a few online communities and they really are communities. We keep track and frequently meet up In Real Life (IRL) as they do here in the Florida meets.
My guess is that he has sailed to a deserted island.
Is it healthy to have 'friends' who use anonymous names and who you'll never likely get to meet? I don't know but such is the internet; it works for me though. At least here. I really do feel like part of a community.