Friday the 13th: A Cosmic Adventure

And YES I run this post almost every Friday the 13th but I’ll have something new later today. In the meantime read this. It was first run about four years ago. Read it again. Share it. Learn something. Have fun!

Universe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wake with a cool hand stroking my hair. He kisses my neck and then covers my mouth with his. I pull the handsome man beside me in my bed closer. “You’re naked.”

He smiles. “I know.” And we both know the kids won’t be up for at least another 30 minutes.

Friday the 13th isn’t all that unlucky after all.

I was thinking about our conversations last night with the kids.

Voyager 1 has left the solar system. About a year ago but the signal is slow getting back to us.

My dad got his first telescope in the late 1850’s and we’ve been watching the night skies with close-up wonder ever since. There is something about being a small dot in a large universe that brings on such a sense of awe and wonder that can’t be explained away by reason or logic. And it is great fun! FUN.

And the speculation continues on what is out there, if anything. I’ve always thought it would be very sad indeed if we were the only planet with intelligent life. I’d like to think there would be more advanced places where every single day didn’t seem like Friday the 13th and ignorance wasn’t King.

So now we just wait for someone from another planet to find the Voyager. I’m hoping it will be sooner or later. I can imagine one of them saying “Hey, they have Chuck Barry too!” How cool would that be. And don’t say it couldn’t be because we have so much to learn – there is so much we don’t know about our neighborhood and the universe we live in.

There was a long discussion about space with my husband and kids. That is one thing the Voyager has done – made people think and talk about stuff. Space, the universe, our roles in it, the idea that someone else is out there… good stuff.

I have to say there is nothing sexier than a man who spends a couple of hours talking with his kids about stuff like space and life and imagination and wonder – or anything.

Finding real life in Space, life we could communicate with would be literally earth shattering, or more human shattering.

I’ve imagined if they knew Vampires and Werewolves were real. Just imagine if someone from another planet dropped by for a visit. It is mind-boggling. It is exciting beyond belief.

Then one of the kids brought up the proposed Mars trip. Those who went would volunteer to never come back.

That would be difficult to leave our home forever. There is an attachment we have that tugs us and keeps us here, like an emotional gravity.

If you die in space will your body rot? Not unless there is bacteria. But I could be wrong.

We can’t breathe the little atmosphere on Mars. It is colder than cold. It is a harsh planet, but then again so is ours – thanks to humans.

But imagine going to live on Mars. How cool is that? It is the stuff of dreams – the ultimate dream. The dreams the cumulate in the reality of great science fiction books and films.

We talked about Vampires in space. That might be a logistical nightmare considering our unique dietary needs. It certainly would be a nightmare for our fellow space travelers.

Is there life on Mars? You can Count on it!

Is there life on Mars? You can Count on it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

We need to keep our dreams and work on making them a reality. Dreams of home and dreams of places far away in space.

After the kids went to bed my husband Teddy said “I sometimes feel as if I’m an alien on my own planet.”

“You’re completely normal, for a Vampire. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

“There is nothing normal about us my love.”

Well, I thought, nothing is normal except our kids, thank goodness, but they’re our kind of normal which isn’t a bad thing.

Some random thoughts on Friday the 13th:

  • It is Friday the 13th of September, 2013. 9-13-13 an odd string of numbers. This blog is an odd bit of postings. Something to think about.
  • Hold out your hand and the palm reader will tell you to kiss a black cat, fall in love with a mysterious Vampire and dream of your heart’s desire tonight with 13 wishes and 13 candles blazing on the mantle and 13 kisses.
  • There is no bad luck – only good luck missed.
  • Imagine a literary cat with 13 toes and 13 lives and 13 stories to tell.
  • Yesterday was the 12th, tomorrow is the 14th, today is an odd day indeed.
  • Let us ponder the unlucky. A Werewolf with fleas. A Vampire without passion. A Ghost in an empty house. A teenager without friends. But it is Friday so the Werewolf takes a flea bath and goes on an art show. The Vampire tastes the warm blood of a passionate human. A ghost gets a house full of children. A teen meets kids who think he is really cool.

 

Favorite movies (of mine) about meeting someone from another planet:

  • Another Earth (2011)
  • Star Trek – First Contact (1996)
  • The Man Who Fell to Earth (1996)
  • District 9 (2009)
  • And every Spielberg film ever made even if it isn’t about space.
  • And just read any Ann McCaffrey book. I recommend “The Ship Who Sang” and “The Crystal Singer”.

Then anything by H.G. Wells, Issac Asimov, Philip K. Dick and Robert Heinlein. And of course Edgar Allen Poe’s The Black Cat (because it is Friday the 13th) and Stardust by Neil Gaiman.

This is just a short list (since I have only spent about 20 minutes writing this post and haven’t thought it out too much). Feel free to share your favorites!

Happy Friday the 13th! Reach for the Stars! And don’t forget, even if you have to force them, talk with your kids! It’s fun – and FREE!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

Proof of Life on Mars!

Proof of Life on Mars!

Permission to succeed

“You’ve given yourself permission not to fail. Now, my dear, you need to give yourself permission to succeed.”

My father brushed a cool hand over my hair and gave me a knowing look with his dark stormy sea blue eyes. “Everyone believes in you except you.”

“I don’t…” I tried to speak.

“No. You do. YOU DO.”

A pathetic yelp entered the air. We looked over to where my kids were brushing burrs out of the dog.

“They believe in you,” said my dad. He went over to his grandkids and left me lingering. I took a smallish blue Grueby pot that my husband had left on the table into my hands. We both love arts and crafts pottery, even after all these years. It was plain yet beautiful. Classic and smooth. Maybe I am like that pot, classic, smooth, simplicity with beauty. Or I can try.

Dear old Dad came back. “Sweet child of mine,” he said with just a hint of an accent of far off England.

“I’m fine Dad. Really.”

“Tonight is a full moon. I know how the Werewolves seem to be attracted to you. You need to watch yourself.”

“I don’t plan on going out. But I know how to handle them. Remember, you taught your children well.”

“As well as a Vampire can.”

“As well as any parent can. You’re the best.”

He smiled and gave me a hug.

That was all I needed to be sure.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

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My Vampire Dad

This is an old post, one of the first on this blog, but it is filling for today. It is Father’s Day so I won’t have time to write a short story for “Short Story Sunday.” I’ll make it up to you later. xoxo

Vampire Maman

It ran after me through the woods. We’re not invincible like regular humans try to make us out to be. We’re a lot more fragile and vulnerable than anyone knows. The brush scraped my bare arms, I couldn’t breathe. The wound in my neck had reopened. Falling to my knees I held my throat…

I bolted up on my bed. My daughter was curled asleep against my side in a coma like state (like most kids her age, she sleeps like a log). My son Garret was in the window seat reading.

“You ok mom?”

“I don’t know.” I told him, putting my hand to my neck. It was hot to the touch. I felt like someone had hit me across the neck and head with a baseball bat.

My eye went to the dresser where a large exquisitely beautiful flower arrangement took over the room. I could smell the…

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The most attractive men in the world are the good dads.

When I was a child I thought my father to be the most handsome man in the entire universe!

He still looks about the same with maybe a bit of silver in his hair. He looks older to me of course and seems so wise. After all he is almost 700 year old.

Of course every woman with half a brain knows that the most attractive men in the world are those who are good fathers. And of course in turn the best father believes the most attractive woman in the world is the mother of his children.

~ Juliette

 

My Vampire Dad

It ran after me through the woods. We’re not invincible like regular humans try to make us out to be. We’re a lot more fragile and vulnerable than anyone knows. The brush scraped my bare arms, I couldn’t breathe. The wound in my neck had reopened. Falling to my knees I held my throat…

I bolted up on my bed. My daughter was curled asleep against my side in a coma like state (like most kids her age, she sleeps like a log). My son Garret was in the window seat reading.

“You ok mom?”

“I don’t know.” I told him, putting my hand to my neck. It was hot to the touch. I felt like someone had hit me across the neck and head with a baseball bat.

My eye went to the dresser where a large exquisitely beautiful flower arrangement took over the room. I could smell the flowers, purple, yellow, white and pink. Roses and lilies.

“It’s from your friend Adam.” Said my Garret.

I lay back on the pillows. Adam sent the flowers to say he was sorry or to say he was going to kill me. Adam is the werewolf who attacked me on Thursday. I’d known him for 15 year but never knew he was a werewolf. He never knew I was a vampire, but when he found out he almost killed me. It was an impulse on his part, but it injured and frightened me more than I could have ever imagined.

I looked at my two children and felt sick. What if I’d died? For vampires do die.

I sat up, telling Garret to turn on the fan. Its 106 F degrees out today. No time to be overheated.

“Hey mom? Should we be like afraid of werewolves? I mean after this happened to you?”

“It was an unfortunate mistake.” The words came from a familiar male voice with a slight English accent. My dad had come. The old vampire himself. “You can’t blame yourself Juliette or your friend. We take our chances living in the shadows. It is how we’ve survived so long.”

“He tasted different. Nobody ever told me werewolves tasted different. I just thought it was him.”

Dad sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my sleeping daughter’s hair. “I don’t even know how a werewolf tastes but I hear it’s like a fine whiskey.”

“Bourbon.” I said. “We were friends.”

“And you should still be friends. We would lose our souls if we didn’t care about our food. It is the vampire who only feeds on strangers that has the cold heart and the feelings of always being alone.”

My dad is always there for me. I looked at his face, a face I never tire of. The face of a distinguished 45 year old man, with blue eyes with the wisdom of centuries. Four centuries to be exact.  He was born in 1612 to an old vampire family in London. He is wise but young at heart. My dear old dad.

He wasn’t always just my dad, but like a father to so many, both vampires and regular humans. When my husband Teddy was made into a vampire against his knowledge and will, it was my father who decided not to let him die. It was my dad who taught him how to be a vampire and how not to forfeit his soul to dark forces or be seduced by the renegades who’d turned him.

My dad had known Teddy when he was a regular human. Teddy had worked for him. My father was the one who had the huge and elaborate engagement party for him, just a few months before he’d been taken out of his old world and put into ours.  And Teddy wasn’t the only one. My dad helped so many vampires over the years in a way only a dad can help.

For vampires, as well as regular humans, know that it isn’t just blood that makes one family. It is love and caring and commitment.

I held my father’s cool hand, just as I had as a child over a hundred years before. “I love you Dad.”

“I love you very much dear daughter.”

Tomorrow is Father’s day. I won’t linger on the dead beats that don’t deserve to have the dick that they used to make their kids.

My heart and love goes out to all of the men who are there for their kids – be it their biological children or children they love, no matter what blood runs in their veins. You are truly blessed and we are blessed to have you in our world.