Roaming Plans

The Wanderer

Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit.

An Impossible Planet

Do you know what a Pulsar Planet is?

It’s a planet that orbits a star that went supernova. Pulsar planets aren’t supposed to exist- they bathed in radiation and if you stood on one and didn’t die you’d see the Pulsar flashing in the sky like a lighthouse flashing it’s light out to Sea.

I want to go to one, I want to stand on a world that isn’t supposed to be there and I want to be able to say I saw that weird  star flipping out in the sky.

Plus. I’m sure that there are some freaky forms of life on them. If I was going to pick a homeworld for a monster,  I say Werewolves would call a Pulsar Planet home.

As you can see, I think about this one a lot.


Nature Is Fun 

I’d like to go to a State Park, wear a black dress and wander around in the woods at night and scare the bejesus out of people.

I love nature and I like writing spooky stories- so this would be like living the dream.

I know.

Sweet, right?


How Low Can You Go?

And while I’m at it, I’d like to spend some time in the deepest cave in the world. Apparently it’s number eight on the list of the 16 deepest caves in the world.

The Sistema Huautla has dozens of waterfalls (some 60 stories high), underground lakes, ginormous  chambers and probably the bones of all kinds of weird creatures.

Keep in mind it is completely dark in there.

What makes this a sexy place for me?

Anything could be in those caves.


Be still my heart, I think I’m in love.

Sistema Huautla

Wish I Might

I saw this Twilight Zone story where this man would sit in front of a painting and wish himself into it.


He was an evil man and he gets and he gets chased into this gallery he hangs out at and he prays and hopes to be able to escape into his painting.

He makes it, he escapes into the painting.

But it’s the Twilight Zone and his painting was moved and the one that gets put in it’s place is a painting of a guy being tortured.

I hope this doesn’t happen to me, because if I could jump into a painting or picture it would be this one


I think this place isn’t on Earth.

I hope it’s not.

I just hope it has air.

A New Hobby

I’d like to go somewhere and learn something new- something that you can’t learn on line or at a University or on Facebook.

I’d like to learn how to take care of these skeletons that have been bedazzled with jewels and gold.


I’m not interested in treasure-I’m interested in how you go about sticking the gems on the bones. Do you get to make up the patterns yourself? Do the shapes you create mean something?

Or do you just stand back and say, ” You know what would look great? A priceless sapphire in the nasal cavity. Go get me one.”


There they are- my top 5 places I’d like to go.

But I have a sixth place.

Don’t tell anyone.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back… I just want to see if it’s all true.

And if it is…can I bring a friend or two?

Fingers crossed!


Slow The Endless Night

:::Holidailies Prompt:::

If the world was going to end tomorrow, what would you want to spend your last day doing?


I love to watch shows like ” How The Universe Works” and ” Through The Wormhole”…oh and ” The Universe. “

What I find amusing is that they’re big on telling you how the world  could end.

In theory.


In one of my favorite episodes of   Death by Universe they explained what taking a direct hit from a Gamma Ray would do to the Earth.

One scientist said the Earth would be destroyed in the blink of an eye- that’s why nobody is interested in really finding a way to protect the Earth from that because it would be over before we saw it coming.

And then this Scientist smiled-he smiled this super creepy smile.  He’d have given Vincent Price’s Dr. Phibes a run for this money.

It was a stellar moment on TV.

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So lets say some freaky thing happened and Earth got knocked out of the Solar sytem and we were headed  out into space where  the  Earth would turn into this giant ball of ice and we’d be locked inside of it.

I guess I’d spend that last day looking at the Sun, but I live outside of Seattle so you know- that’s iffy. More likely maybe  I’d wrap myself in my favorite quilt and light some candles and watch them burn.

In time they would wink out, one by one

And then I figure it would all be over.


As I thought about this prompt I remembered some lines from my favorite poem ever, I named my blog after lines in The Immortal Part by A.E. Housman.

So here is what I thought when contemplating the death of our world:

‘Empty vessel, garment cast,
We that wore you long shall last.
—Another night, another day.’         35
So my bones within me say.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,         40
Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.


Ok. One day we’re all going to die- maybe we’ll all die together in the same moment or maybe we go on alone when our time is up.

But if I knew it was coming I’d live whatever time I had- reading a book, watching candles burn, playing fetch with my dog because I would want to live those last moments living MY life the way I always have.

Like  Housman says- I intend on being master of my flesh and bone until the very end- and I’m not going to be pushed or hurried along to my grave while doing stuff that I should have done while I could savor the experience.

Run around and cram a lost life into a fun packed last day?  Or go out on my own terms?

Not a hard decision to make when I put some serious thought into it.

Not hard at all.


The Hit Song

:::Holidailies Prompt:::

Holiday song you would like to see banned from the face of the planet, and why.

When I was 16 I went to work in my Great Aunt Livia’s antique shop- It was called Livia’s and the shop was small and softly lit.

My Aunt’s store was full of linen and lace and crystal and things that proper women wore and used in their homes in more ‘civilized’ times.

My job was to keep the stock in place, tell little stories about the dresses and mirrors and shoes. I had to know when things like my favorite  Bone China cat was made, what the politics of the times were and what the music was like.

I even had a handle on the jewelry and furniture, but I loved working with the clothes and the shoes. Especially the button boots.

So one Christmas Eve we were busy- the store was packed because the area we were in looked like a little village  and during Christmas the merchants went out full tilt with the decorations and carolers and free candy canes.

People would stroll around with their complimentary cups of coffee and hot chocolate and one of the places they strolled into was Livia’s.

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I noticed the little boy in the crowded shop, because as a rule little boys- or men for that matter hardly ever came in to shop.

But this little guy, who was about 11 was looking for something- and he was looking to buy.

He considered some dresses, hair clips, even a dark heavy velvet cloak.

Finally he settled on the shelf with the shoes and boots and his hands reached up and he brought down a pair of ivory button boots.

” Perfect” he said with a laugh that I didn’t care for. ” These are going to be perfect.”

He brought them up to the counter and set them down.

” How much?” he asked. His hard cold blue eyes were locked on those boots. He looked like he wanted to kiss them…or himself. It wa hard to tell.

” Sixty Dollars.” I said gently.

He dug into his pockets and came up with a handful of bills that smelled faintly of lavender. He didn’t take his eyes off of those shoes as he dropped the money on the counter.

I counted it out and he was five dollars short.

” Oh no.” he said as if I just told him Christmas was cancelled. ” Oh no.”

He looked up at me and I stepped back. I didn’t care for that feral look on his face, I didn’t like the shape of his face. I hated the sound of his voice.

I wanted him gone.

” I have to get them. They’re for my Mother. They’ll be perfect. I want her to wear them.”

He leaned over the counter and whispered to me. ” My Mom is going to meet Jesus tonight.”

” I’m sorry, is she sick or…”

” Tonight me Mom is going to meet Jesus. She doesn’t know it yet.”

” Leave her alone. ” I whispered back ” You leave your Mom alone.”

Then from nowhere this guy walks up and drops the balance on the counter. ” You’re a good kid. Thinking of your Mom. Merry Christmas  son.”

He walked away and left me with that little monster.

” I’d like them wrapped up please.”

I took the money. I dropped the shoes in a fancy box. I tied it with length of pale ivory satin ribbon.

” Thank you for helping me Ma’am. My Mom is going to love these. She’s going to be wearing them…” he looked up at me and his smile was as cold as his little beady blue marble eyes “when they take her away. After she meets Jesus.”

He took the box and as he turned away I followed him.

When he got to the door he turned and looked up at me.

I looked down at him.

” My Mom is going to meet Jesus.” He told me.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear. ” And would you like to know who you’re going to meet if that happens?”

He stopped smiling

My mouth smiled, my voice smiled.

My eyes did not smile.

” I’m warning you little man. Just this once.”

He threw the box at me and it hit me in the face. He pulled the door the door open and he disappeared into the Christmas Night.

It didn’t matter though.

I know stories about the stock in our store. I know stories about everything that hangs on the racks, that sits on the shelves and rests in our display cases.

It’s uncanny how I always know stories about the stock- its like all I have to do is just touch things and the stories just flow from my fingers straight into my head.

I reached down and picked up the box the boy had been holding.

” I got my eye on you little man. ” I said as I began to untie the bow on the box. ” You better know that. For your own good.”


Based On “The Christmas Shoes (song)”

Over The River And Through The Valley Of The Kings

Holidailies 2015 Prompt:

If you could spend the holidays anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Photos of Ancient Egyptian Monuments More Than 100 Years Ago (11)

It’s always been a plan of mine to go away to an exotic place where there is no snow or shopping malls or wrapping paper. I’d leave in secret and when I got there I’d send my family a postcard that said:

” I’m in Egypt digging up Mummies!  And guess what! I found my first Mummy today. Super excited. I hope it’s not cursed.





Would my family be surprised I’d choose to spend Christmas taking dead bodies out of their graves?



I used to put them into graves for a living. So it’s not a big stretch.

But they’d probably ask if I missed the Snow and I’d reply:


“Saw the Sphinx and I found out something ultra cool about it. Nobody can believe it. I can’t. But it’s true… oh…


Before  I forget I wanted to share with you all that I swallowed so many bugs today that if I burped, I think I’d end up starting one of those bible things where the bugs show up and the world ends.

There aren’t enough Tic Tacs in the world to get rid of the stench coming out of my mouth.



I would also share with my family that after I made some historical discoveries involving dozens of mummies.

However, I would say;

” I think that using my Voodoo Dolls to find those mummies wasn’t one of my best ideas. You might want to stock up on the salt and holy water Oh. Don’t believe what you see about me  on TV”

Be Home Soon.




To Transylvania And Beyond!

Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star

When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?

What did I want to be when I was 10?

Oh pshaw on that… I knew what I wanted to do for a living when I was 6 years old.

I wanted to fly my own space ship.


I wanted to Invade Alien worlds- I wanted to get into dog fights with other spaceships and I wanted to steal their stuff…indeed I guess what I wanted to be was a Pirate.


But after falling in love with Captain Kirk I tapped that back and decided I would rather explore Alien Worlds.

Alas, what true love can do to a Warrior’s Dark Soul with just one gentle look.

I’ll be honest though.

When I promised to be a ‘good guy’ I had my fingers crossed behind my back.


I also decided, at age six that I wanted to live in Transylvania, maybe kill a monster or two ( though my sympathies changed after I became a Vincent Price devotee ) who probably lived somewhere near my castle where I would dock my spaceship .

For some reason  was positive that Witches and Vampires wanted to steal my Spaceship. I can’t explain why, it’s just an idea I had.

I wasn’t sure how you could dock a spaceship over a castle so I came up with a plan.

I had decided I could make an  anchor and chain out of the remains of the spaceships I had destroyed in my battles- I just knew I’d be really really good at doing  that so the chain and anchor would be really, really long.

I figured my super nice husband couldn’t follow me around all day because he had to go exploring- probably on the other side of the Universe where I wouldn’t be and I could rob other spaceships and he’d never know what his wife was up too.

When we would leave for work in the morning and saying goodbye I could see that chain  leading up to my spaceship and my husband telling me to have a good day.

And I’d laugh and say I sure would.

I was such a rotten kid.


I never joined NASA, or the Army or The Hell’s Angels.

I actually worked in Funeral Home and I was a Musician. I traveled and I kept doing what I had started to do soon after I learned to read.

I’m a writer now.

I think my life plans that I came up with when I was six years old taught me a lot for what I would go on to do as I got older.

I learned to be daring, I learned to think outside the box and that anything  in life is possible for better or worse.

That doesn’t sound promising- it’s a loosey goosey way to go about life

but one thing you could count on- it could be a lot of fun.

And it has been.


Buried Alive

Bloggers, Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?


I’ve been known to unplug my phone because I do believe it’s dangerous and I don’t know how to put it down and leave it down.

I use it as a way to avoid people, unwanted conversations and to look at pictures of my dog, Hamish Macbeth.

I like to do that whenever I’m in a rotten mood- which for the most part is most of the time  since my dogs died a couple of years ago- followed by family members and a friend.

Hamish Macbeth makes me smile.

And of course Facebook lives on my phone, it’s taken possession of my phone it probably needs an Exorcism.

My brother told me just to kill the App.

But I just can’t do it.


When  it comes to my laptop, how do I unplug from that?

Well, that’s simple.

I don’t.

I write on my laptop, I listen to music on my laptop  I actually work on it and for the most part it  aides me in my writing.

Plus my handwriting looks like I’m armless and probably hold a pen in my mouth so I don’t keep handwritten journals- which is a shame.

But there are times when I travel- and on all of those trips I take my laptop with me.

Stories have popped into my head when I’ve heard a name or caught a scent of food or rotted wood and I need to sit down and get it out because when that happens I don’t get part of the story- I get all of it.

So I have to be ready to go.

I love to write, I love to see what other people are writing and sometimes I like to go looking for pictures to use on my blog and in doing that I run across all sorts of cool information.

Like once I learned that there this forest in Japan infamous for the number of suicides that are committed there.

What happens there is very specific- people hang themselves there from the trees.

Sometimes they overdose.

But for the most part:

They hang themselves.

From the trees.


I’m not sure I’d ever write about Aokigahara, but it’s story has creeped into my bones and I’m sure that one day it will find it’s way out again,


Once it occurred to me that if my Laptop were alive, it must feel like it’s living in a nightmare it can’t wake up from.

The stuff I write and the things I save on it are pretty morbid so I almost unplugged from it once because that thought came out of nowhere and it bothered me.

But I got over it.

It probably has too.