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The Ballerina

Sculpture I did about 12 years ago.  I kept this one.

Why you never Marry a Vampire

1.  They throw dirt instead of rice at the wedding

2.  You can honeymoon in Hawaii on the beach-talk about sunburn

3.  You cant forget the champagne wedding toast….it’s a bloody shame

Road’s Taken 1974

I wrote this in 1974 and reread it this weekend. It seems I had a bit of the physic in me, because it fits my life at times. I’m glad I noted the dates on my writing. It’s fun to go back and see what I was feeling or who I was dreaming of or not dreaming about.

You’ve called me different, I know that’s true,

the road I chose, had been chosen by few.

I’ve walked it alone much of the way,

I dont fear tomorrow or yesterday.

I have taken the falls with my head held high,

I may have cried uncle, but I never say die.

THe road has been long, rocky and high,

but if you must seek, then it’s got to be the sky.

THe road I’ve taken has sometimes been wrong,

but I’ve always found the way, long before dawn.

Charleston Oregon

For the cooler summers of the Oregon Coast. We are over a 100 today in hell, also know as South Texas

The Dark Hours

The dark hours are coming

as I sit waiting

with bated breath

and staccato-beating heart

Fear, a taste like metal

invades my thoughts

mortality now shadowed

becomes as precious as gold

The dark needs are drawing near

I can not escape

for they lie within

strands wrapping around

all that is hope

strangling them

like worms on a vine

The dark night is here

with a blackness so complete

that the absence of light

is never remembered

and the days of sunshine

are now dusty memories

in an ancient tomb

long forgotten with time

My bathtub gin cat and Goldilocks

My cat, a bicoastal cat, originally born in Oregon, is a bit of a prima donna. I have tried bowls for her water…glasses for her water, water from the refrigerator, bottled water, ice water, bu she turns her dainty nose up at it all. After watching the dog drink water out of-you guessed it…the toliet, she decided to try and almost fell in.  Then she noticed the dog drinking water out of the faucet outside.  So now I have to do that for her as well. Crafty little queen that she is, she reasoned that the bathtub had a faucet. Now every time I go the bathroom, my cat beats me in there, like that mouse Speedy Gonzales. There she sits regally on the bathtub rim like it is her royal throne, meowing.  I have to turn on the water and let it run in just the right amount of course…neither too much nor too little, but just right, or she sits and stares at me, little Goldilocks that she is, even though she is white and black. I am not saying she is spoiled….I leave that up to you.

My bathtub gin cat

My cat, a bicoastal cat, originally born in Oregon, after watching the dog drink water out of you guessed it…the toliet, decided to try and almost fell in.  Then she noticed that the dog drinking water out of the faucet outside.  So now I have to do that for her as well as in the bathtub, because she figured that out as well.  Now every time I go the bathroom, my cat beats me in there and sits on the bathtub meowing.  I have to turn on the water and let it run in just the right amount or she sits and stares at me.

Top 5 Paranormal Picks

Why you never date little devils

1.  You’re raising several of them already…as in your kids

2.  Pitchforks in bed are worse than crackers

3.  They may be hot….but you’re going to get burned sooner rather than later

4.  When you serve them strawberry shortcake they throw it at a wall and complain because it isn’t….you guessed it….Devil’s Food Cake

5.  Hell hath no fury like a devil scorned

 

Top 3 Paranormal Picks on Zombies

Why zombies don’t break dance

1.  Body parts tend to fall off

2.  They might stick to the sidewalk

3.  They can’t seem to grasp biting with the beat

The Butler did it

Countess Bloodworth moved closer to the body, and then smiled superiorly.  “Really, Miss Grimm, such drama, such flare.  Have you though of being on the stage?  How can you say that is a vampire bite?  Have you ever seen one?

Faye looked at her suspiciously.  The Countess either didn’t believe her theory or was trying to divert the others.  If the Countess last name hadn’t been Bloodworth, Faye might have thought she was the vampire.  But no self-respecting vampire would have a name like Bloodworth.  It would be a dead giveaway.

“Yes, I have seen a vampire bite before,” Faye replied, her blue eyes flashing.  “In Bavaria, where both my sister, Greta, and I have encountered a few.  She barely got away with her life as did I.”

Before more heated words could be exchanged, Baroness White gasped, “A vampire!  The Marquis of Greenoaks, be damned!”

“Edna!”  Baron White said.  “That’s no way for a Baroness to speak!”

“Oh, dear, don’t you see,” Baroness White remarked, smiling.  “Everyone will want to come to our house parties now.  We have a vampire!”

“Oh goody,” Colonel Pepper remarked sarcastically.  For once Faye was in complete agreement with the military man.

 

Several hours later, Faye managed to sneak away from the manor house to hunt the vampire. Now, she was standing in the dank mausoleum with only a candle for light, watching the flickering of the shadows upon the walls.   The White’s family crypt was definitely creepy.  Still, she had to be here.  This had to be the place where the vampire would come home to roost, to hide in one of the family coffins, escaping sunrise.

            Suddenly, a slight noise caught her attention.  Stake in hand, she turned.  Shocked, she gasped, “You?”  He couldn’t be the vampire.  She had seen Sir Redding in the light of day.

            He smiled, his white teeth gleaming.  “Expecting someone else?”  He stalked closer, his movements smooth and strong.  “My, my what an unusual place for an assignation.  A mausoleum.  I guess you aren’t one for roses and picnics then?  Didn’t anyone ever tell you that haunting crypts is for ghosts and other dangerous creatures?”

            Faye grimaced, her brow furrowed.  “What are you doing here?”  Had he followed her here?  Did he think she needed help or could it be that he might find her attractive?  The novel thought sent pink to her cheeks.  He was too handsome for a lady with a limp, a lady who came from a bevy of beautiful sisters and she was the least prettiest of them all.

            “I could ask the same of you.  But I don’t need to do that, do I?”  He asked as he stepped in front of her.  “You’re hunting the vampire,” he remarked as he fingered the stake in her hand.  “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that vampire slaying is deadly.”?

            “He’s killed once.  He’ll kill again.”

            “He?”

            “The vampire.”

            “You are sure it’s a male?”  He smiled wickedly as he asked the question.

            “Of course,” Faye said impatiently.

            “You’re wrong.  Your vampire is Countess Bloodworth.”   

            “It can’t be her, not with that last name.”

            “Hiding in plain sight.  She’s genius that way.” Danger radiated from Sir Redding as she looked up at his darkly handsome face. 

            “How do you know?”  Faye asked warily, watching as his gray eyes seemed to deepen and his teeth seemed to glow in the light of the candle.   The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.  Something was wrong….deadly wrong.

            He removed the stake from her suddenly trembling fingers as he leaned closer.  “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that standing in a crypt in the dead of night with a man might be dangerous?”  He laughed, the sound deep and rather wicked.   “Especially me.”  He tossed the stake aside as he pulled her into his arms.  “You came looking for a vampire, but you got so much more.”

            She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she watched his jaw elongate and his hair start to pour from his skin.  Laughing he threw back his head and howled.