Terror Of The Crocodile Women

…it was double billed with The Walking Slime

Amnesia & Magic

Part Thirteen

Ham, eggs, home fries & toast, I’m looking at you with love in my heart. It’s a big breakfast, but I’m up to it. Dak is plowing through a plate of sausages and eggs, so we aren’t talking too much. The only time we stop eating is to gulp down hot coffee or milk.

After a couple of minutes, I check out the other patrons of this diner. For the most part, they’re just ordinary working folk with a few travelers mixed in. Nobody gives us a second look and that makes me feel good.

Just as I’m paying the check, two mugs walk in that set off all of my alarms. They’re dressed like loggers, but what logger sports a $5.00 haircut and manicured nails? Nope, these boys are hired muscle and from their overall demeanor, I’m thinking they know their job damned well. They look at Dak & I, but the more intelligent looking of the two gets a puzzled look on his face. That means we don’t look like we should. I can’t quite figure that out. I mean, I drank the potion and I’m wearing the ring, not Dak. How can we both look different?

See, that’s me all over, trying to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As we leave the place, I see Honey reflected in the window of a store, only the car I see is not a Hudson and sure isn’t black & yellow. Whatever Magic is at work, it’s covering Honey, too.

As we get in the car, I take a second to look at our reflections in that window. I’m a middle aged white woman about four inches shorter and fifty pounds heavier than reality. My hair is red with gray and I’m wearing a homemade dress. Dak looks like a cute 12 year old girl. I decide not to mention that to him. I have three brothers and I know how 12 year old boys would react to looking like 12 year old girls. Actually, that probably applies to most guys of any age, come to think of it.

We get about five miles out of town when my spirit guide, looking like a white jackrabbit, lets me know that I need to turn off of the highway. I do it and now we’re heading down a narrow two lane road running through the forest. I have no idea where we are or where this road comes out.

Dak starts telling me an old Elvish legend about the first time Elves appeared in our world. It seems that there is another world, just like ours, but without humans. One day, a crazy Elf Wizard tells everybody in his village that there is another world without Magic or Elves or magical creatures. Nobody believes him, so he goes off to learn more. Then he comes back many months later that says the two worlds are sisters who have not seen each other since before Elves walked the earth. Again, nobody believes him, so he goes off again and learns even more. When he returns the third time, he doesn’t say anything, but casts a very powerful spell that causes the Two Sister Worlds to blend together just a bit. This happens every so often, usually when Elves and Humans forget about each other.

I tell him that’s a good story and I’m about to tell him one of the many Native People’s versions of it, when my spirit guide, looking like a white moose, blocks the road and nods towards the road behind us. I turn to look.

Oh shit!

The Rare And Beautiful Varigated Marching Roses Of Potawango Island

…the march in perfect ranks

We interrupt our regularly scheduled fictional con trip report for this special message…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET ANGEL, GRACE! YOU GET BETTER EVERY YEAR, BABY!

And now, back to the report…

CatCon2: The Trip There, Day 4, Part One

(NOTE: The following is all fictional.)

Those of you who possess keen powers of observation will have noticed that there was no “Part Two” to yesterdays posting. That would be because we proceeded from the bear encounter area to Colorado Springs (about 150 miles away) where we spent the night.

Then it was up at 4:00 am for me so I could begin the longass drive to this evenings destination, Big Spring, Texas. Armed with a huge mug of hot tea and the bracing effects of a cold shower, we set off. By “we”, I mean “me”, cos all of the females were asleep until about an hour ago. Now, they are all asking for breakfast. Well, ok, not the dogs. They’ve had two breakfasts already.

Lunch is scheduled for the Big Texan steakhouse in Amarillo. Yum Yum!

Destination Sign reading when we started: Vulcan Science Academy

Destination Sign reading now: Skull Island

Wildlife Sighted: Jackrabbits, a roadrunner, ground squirrels, several hawks and a deer.

More bloggage later.

Modern Slimes

…in designer colors

CatCon2: The Trip There, Day 2, Part One

(NOTE: The following is all fictional.)

Thanks to our canine alarm clocks, I was up at 7:00 am to give them their second breakfast Grace having given them their first breakfast and walkies at 4:00 am. Since I was up anyway, I went and showered, then started cooking the human brekky. Sausage, eggs, toast, jelly, hot caffienated beverages…all were consumed with gusto, once Grace and Sharon rolled outta bed.

After a bit of driving we took a slow cruise through several towns that have big dinosaur sculptures (cos we were very near Dinosaur National Monument), some of which are rather far from realistic. After that, we drove to our present location, the above mentioned National Monument. Sadly, there are no real dinosaurs here, but the fossil viewing is great.

Anyway, we are about to wander off to look at old bones, so the next post will come later today, when we are further into Colorado and, indeed, high up in the Rockies.

Wildlife Sighted: A deer, 7 ducks, 3 squirrels and a pheasant.