Today I finally helped my dog Hamish Macbeth, who happens to be my best friend, overcome his long standing hatred and fear of getting into cars and going for a ride.
Today I feel like a total Superhero.
Every year I plan and take my dream vacation.
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 now consider myself an adventurer- an explorer.
Except for the part about Salt Water Taffy.
I’m not giving that up.
I still go looking for it- and I always find it.
Daily Prompt: Ceremony
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.
Daily Prompt: Laughter
At Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle there is this tiny, dark street named Post Alley.
It’s exactly what it says it is- People chew up gum and artistically stick it to the Wall and then other people come along and take pictures of it.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Not only is it fun, it’s entertaining.
Just a word here- I wouldn’t touch that wall for love nor money and I wouldn’t even walk my dog down it for fear he’d lick it.
If you see a little splooch of cotton candy flavored gum with a jelly baby stuck in it, you’ll be able to say- hey I know her!
Seriously, it won’t be the weirdest thing anyone has ever said there so shout it out and take a picture or two as well. Just don’t touch anything because…splooch.
Daily Post Prompt: Entertain
If I had to pick some stand out moments of 2017 I would have to say what made it great to me was:
The movie ” Get Out ”
It snowed on Christmas Eve and On Christmas Day.
I discovered the fun to be had with The Mysterious Package Company
I found out I’m going to be a Grandmother in March of 2018
I got to experience the Solar Eclipse from my loading dock at work and I caught this picture of it on accident
My favorite picture of my dog, Hamish Macbeth. It sums up his personality.
I got published in an E-Zine called “Modern Creative Life” !
I was really happy about that.
I wrote a Halloween story called, ” Wax Lips “ It was slightly twisted and featured two of my favorite characters- Milo and Jingle
My friend Heather is putting together a new hub for creatives at her new Website
I’d tell you more, but that would spoil the fun.
Check it out and CREATE!!!
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.
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.
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.
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!
I asked myself
What is stopping me from
taking a breath
a deep long breath
with my eyes closed
with tomorrow flowing by me
like water running down a drain
out of sight
out of mind.
Daily Prompt: Rerservation