So Many Ghosts, So Little Time

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Last November I went on a three day trip to Victoria BC to drink tea and learn some new ghost stories by way of a tour called Ghostly Walks

What could make the entire, somewhat extravagant experience even more exciting?

It was a walking tour that you took at night PLUS it was starting to rain – just a little and there was a chill to the air.

It was one of the most DELCIOUS trips I have ever been on- the stories I heard made it that way.

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From: Ghostly Walks Tour

I learned a story about a gruesome murder that involved a botched execution.

This is the dock they dragged the accused- and soon to be convicted Joseph Nuana  down and to the steamship that would take him to Port Townsend, Washington to face trial.

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I learned about a man who once worked as a banker and went on to become a great poet.

Robert Service stumbled over dead bodies laid out on the floor in a dark make shift morgue and I saw the place where his ghost lives  now.

So to speak.

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I went to a courtyard where executions used to take place.

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I walked through a dark alley where once upon a time someone fell down a well and died a horrible death, so horrible that someone felt the need to beautify the sight:

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I even learned a story about a ghost who haunts a chocolate shop. Don’t worry about this ghost- it’s a child and he’s missing some fingers. That’s not so scary, is it?

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I saw the place where a graveyard was horribly desecrated and heard the story about how the angry spirits exacted revenge – over and over again.

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I stayed at a grand hotel that has a few ghosts of it’s own- one is a kindly old woman who knocks on your door and asks for help getting back to a room that doesn’t exist anymore and there is  shadow of a man who hung himself trapped against the ceiling on  top floor.

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Not many people would spend the money or the time to go and learn some ghost stories. Who would do something like that?

Me, that’s who.

I would.

And I’ll be doing it again very soon.

Here’s a little hint on the direction I’ll be going:

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See you soon.

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2018

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.

Neil Gaiman

It’s All Fun and Games Until Reality Sets In

This morning I thought to myself:

As far as Christmas goes, this was a good one.

It snowed on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day and I didn’t run out of eggnog AND I had fun with the family.

With that being said I was ready for it to be over.

Holidays are hard.

They’re hard all the way from the Prep work to cleanup day and then the guilt for having a good time, or not having enough fun or not buying the right gifts or for buying to much.

So I was at that stage- you know, if you love something set it free, blah, blah, blah… and then I remember that this weekend

IT

comes back.

And by IT I don’t mean the clown from the Stephen King story.

I mean

IT

I’ll ‘fess up.

My reaction to that bit of news was not good.

I facepalmed  myself against a wall a few times and chanted merrily to myself as I sank into an ocean of stars:

Bloody.

Hell.

 

Daily Prompt: Confess

Wicked Hamish Macbeth

On Christmas Eve Day something pretty amazing happened where I live in Washington State.

It snowed.

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We all had fun.

Especially my dog Hamish Macbeth.

Hamish had a lot of fun until he caught sight of something from his lookout spot on the playground:

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When I saw that look through my camera on his normally good natured fuzzy face this quote popped into my head:

‘By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.’

William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Or in Hamish’s case strike thumb and replace it with ” Paw”.

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Hamish did this Ninja move from his perch and started to belly crawl – something he learned from my cats, towards his target.

Through the snow and ice- around a bush and a tree he made his way towards this:

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Hamish hates Garden Gnomes and Frogs with crowns and yard art in general.

You can give him his vaccinations, accidently step on his paw, take garbage from out of his mouth and not have to worry those giant white teeth of his biting down on your hand.

But if you are a plastic fairy, a wheelbarrow of flowers being pushed by a bee in overalls Hamish will try to take you down.

I wasn’t sure if destroying a snowman on Christmas Eve would have earned Hamish a visit from Santa or Krampus- but in my heart I’d have to say  we’d have been fine with either one.

 

PS: No Snowmen were injured or destroyed by Hamish Macbeth on Christmas Eve but if that Snowman doesn’t melt soon I can’t guarantee his well being much longer.

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