My dream vacations used to involve spas, facials, sun, new clothes and salt water taffy.
I can find the best salt water taffy anywhere- send me to Mars or Titan ( oh pluheeez someone send me there ) and I will score the best salt water taffy WITHOUT the use of a phone app. It’s like magic with me.
We all have our gifts and special talents and that one is mine.
In the end though I will hit Google and punch in something like ” cemeteries ” or ” Ghost Tours and then my dream trip turns into something else entirely.
My plans to have the ultimate facial turns into me packing my trusty everyday face cleaner and Oil of Olay lotion. My new clothes get re shelved and I start pulling out my favorite t-shirts and favorite worn out jeans and hiking boots.
I fold them nicely so they won’t wrinkle-most of the time.
Then I pack my camera, my laptop and whatever book I’m reading at the time and I’m ready to go.
The reality is, I don’t end up on the beach, or at a resort or having dinner and sipping wine under the stars while tossing out meaningful, insightful thoughts and ideas with other Suburban Escapees.
I end up somewhere else now days- usually at a graveyard or at a counter in a diner tossing back popcorn shrimp and hearing stories from someone who saw a UFO or meeting someone who says they went school with a serial killer.
I sort of miss those Dream Vacation Days. They were romantic, exciting, planned safe. They were predictable in a very unpredictable world.
But over the years I’ve discovered that dream vacations should be like real dreams.
They should be strange, surreal, they should feel like those dreams where you’re falling from a cliff or a building or flying.
I was a teenager at the time and I was in an art class- which I was really, really bad at.
The teacher was ok and though I was 3 of 20 or so students to get a “D” I really did try hard on each of my assignments.
I did the work and the and handed it in on time , showed up for class everyday with a good attitude it just didn’t matter.
I was an awful artist.
The other students were never there and only did the work some of the time got the same grade, so you know for certain I was THAT talentless.
You know what else I learned?
I learned that when I laugh I look EXACTLY like a screeching monkey.
We were all standing around this work table where the teacher would demonstrate how to do the week’s project and we all started to laugh at some turn of phrase the teacher made and that’s when it happened.
The teacher’s prize pupil- this girl who managed to work Pot Leaves into everything she did turned to me and said, ” God, you look exactly like a screeching monkey when you laugh.”
I shut my mouth before I could say anything.
I may look like a screeching monkey when I laugh, but I wasn’t a stupid screeching monkey.
When class was over my teacher pulled me to the side and said I shouldn’t take his Pet’s comment seriously. I should let it go. Besides, I did sort of look funny when I laughed.
He really said that.
I just nodded and when I left class I sort of moseyed on through the rest of the day and then I did what girls who look like screeching monkeys always did on Friday nights.
I spent the weekend babysitting.
The Dad of the kids on my Friday night babysitting was a nice guy, scary looking but nice.
He used to wear those mirror sunglasses and he had a crew cut and he always called women ” Ma’am ” and young women ” Miss “.
So he says to me, ” So how was school Miss Anita ”
I told him it was okay. I told him about my attempt at trying to make a clay dog ended up looking like a pile of sick when we took it out of the kiln and that I wished it had looked like my classmates little jewelry box.
It was really pretty I said and if you looked really close at the tree on the lid you could see…
” See what?”
I gave it a few beats and then I said, ” Well, if you look at it its made of little tiny Pot Leaves.
” Does it.”
Note. That was not a question on his part.
” Yeah. She’s really good at making those. She does them all of the time.”
” This is okay to do at school?”
The Mom was ready and she fired off some last-minute instructions that involved snacks and bedtime and if they got in late did I want to stay the night or go home? Also, if I wanted I could take the kids and the dog out to the creek and play for a while.
I really liked this Mom and Dad.
They were no non-sense but very kind.
The kind of people you could trust.
That’s probably because they were both Police Officers.
I tried to be the first in before the bell for Art class because my current project which was a charcoal drawing of my hand was going about as well as all of my other projects did and I wanted to turn it in before anyone else showed up and saw that pile of grossness.
Teacher’s Pet was already there and she was at desk and she was crying.
She had to do all of her projects over I heard him say. Her grade was going to suffer because they wouldn’t be done on time but she could pull her grade back up next quarter.
I dropped my drawing on his desk.
Then I took my seat, I pulled a banana out of my book bag. I peeled it and broke off tiny bits, tossed them into the air and caught them with my screeching monkey mouth.
I went to my most FAVORITE place in the world for a short vacation.
I took the Clipper to Victoria BC- where I spent oodles of time at the Royal BC Museum AND I went on a Ghostly Walking Tour and I sort of developed a liking for chocolates. Actually, I gave chocolate a chance because the shop was awesome and it’s supposed to be haunted by a ghost with missing fingers.
Photo A.M. Moscoso Ghostly Walk HQ
Photo A.M. Moscoso Royal BC Museum
Photo A.M Moscoso
Halloween was pretty neat in ’17- Space Aliens and Alien Autopsies were a big thing- which I found to be far more cool then the Zombie theme.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I also discovered that I like to write poetry! What do you know. Weird right? I thought so. I’ve spent most of my life avoiding writing it, but I gave it a try and it was fun.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
In a word I guess I thought 2017 was BRILLIANT because it was a full of adventure. I just hope that 2018 lives up to that!
It’s time to go into the weekend and start with the Christmas celebrations ( woo-hoo )
So this is what is on for tonight.
To read with a warm mug of eggnog and some Christmas cookies- a collection of Ghost Stories by one of my favorite authors M.R. James
Photo A.M. Moscoso
It’s not Christmas without Christmas music!
This nifty machine plays Cd’s, vinyl, it has a radio too. Classic King Radio has been playing wonderful selections of Christmas Music along with their usual programming, you can go on line HERE and stream their holiday program too.
So I’m set- are you?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I haven’t decided which Christmas movie to watch tonight
It’s A Wonderful Life
Arsenic and Old Lace
What We Do In The Shadows
Decisions, decisions, decisions!
All of these are festive movies that really celebrate the human spirit so I’m torn here. I know what you’re thinking- ” Just pick one Anita Marie, they’re all good!”
No. It’s not that simple This is the movie that will kick off the Christmas weekend. So it’s important to me that I chose the right one.
And of course- what is any festive occasion without your best friend by your side?
No matter how you go about starting your Christmas Adventure this weekend – savor it, enjoy it, make it yours.