Every have one of those days when getting out of the house seems nearly impossible?
I couldn’t find my keys this morning and of course I was running late. And no I can’t just change myself into a bat. That only happens in fiction.
I’m scouring the house but nothing. Then I heard a throat clearing. I turned around and behind me is the Ghost, damn him, with my keys.
“I believe I have something of yours.” He said that with a nasty curl of his lip then flicked a lock of black hair out of his eyes.
I reached for the keys and they vanished, along with the ghost.
I let out a string of not so nice words (the kind moms pretend not to know) and then tried to sense where he could have gone.
Off of the bookshelf I grabbed the box with all of the spare keys. Does anyone else have keys to cars, doors and safe boxes they don’t even remember?
Anyway I grabbed the spare keys to my car and yelled, “If you don’t give me my keys back I’ll pour a bottle of Pinesol on your grave. I’ll pour a gallon on it.”
“I know where your grave is Nigel. I looked you up. I know all about you.”
I heard a clang as the keys dropped on the tile floor of the kitchen. I picked them up and headed for the front door.
He stood there waiting for me. “How’d you find out where my grave is?”
“I don’t even know your last name. How would I know where your grave is?” I looked at him with such calm as his eyes narrowed and threatened to turn me to ice.
“You’re a Vampire and a liar,” he snarled at me.
“And I’m really good at being both.” Then I smiled and headed out the door.
Anyway, tell your kids that lies and bad words are not acceptable…of course unless you’re dealing with a ghost.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
I remember when my kids were babies I used to read blogs and articles that gave useless advice to busy moms. They’d say things like “take a bubble bath” or “have a date night” and I’d wonder who the crap they were writing for. Spa days? Really? I mean it. Get real. And while you’re at it F-off.
None of those writers ever said “Watch Pulp Fiction for the 50th time” or “Have a stiff cocktail with good booze.” One night when I was at the end of my rope I watched The Hangover” all by myself. Yes, I love movies as much as I love making stuff up.
On Friday nights we’d have Friday Night Opera Bath. I’d turn on the Public Radio and we’d listen to opera. To this day the kids still don’t like opera. They think I’m quaint. But one day they’ll thank me for it.
I still listen to opera when I’m driving late at night alone.
So why DO mom’s drive their kids around so much, even moms who work full-time (like me) and don’t seem to have a moment to spare?
Driving is our alone time. It is our time to think and unwind and let our minds go free.
If I’m in a tub full of bubbles someone, a child, a husband, a cat, will come in wanting something. When I’m in the car, in the driver’s seat I’m in control. It is my time.
It is also quality family time. It is time that kids and parents can talk and nobody can say “I gotta go”. One can’t just step out on the freeway going 65 or 70 mph.
Dad’s’ need time too. Don’t expect your man to be around 24/7 building things and fixing things. He needs his time too (even if it includes opera or sports or whatever.)
And since it is a myth that Vampires turn themselves into bats…I know I can sit outside with a book and in the quiet of the night watch the little guys fly around behind my house. Books and bats usually do the trick…until everyone shows up, but I don’t mind that. The conversation is always good, at least around my house.
But walks and gym time work the same way. It is time away. We all need our own away time, even if it just in our minds.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Old images on glass – daguerreotypes and ambrotypes are like ghosts in that they vanish into thin air then come back again. The directness of the first portraits from the 1840’s & 50’s brings them to life unlike later paper or tin images.
These images are like early holograms – more 3D than 2.
Like ghosts they are difficult to capture with a modern camera or even with the naked eye.
And unlike with paper these glass images captured a little piece of soul to say hello to the generations to come and say rather elegantly “we were here.”