The Apple does not fall far from tree.....

Even in my youth I knew what to watch. Academy Award Winners, 1976 was no different.

My new friend and I took a bus downtown Vancouver. Now, this is something I didn't normally do being just 16 or 17 years old. I rarely left the backyard of sleepy North Delta let alone travel to a bustling city with crime and prostitutes and drugs and who knows what.

So we end up at some Hippie's house and they smoke lots of cigarettes and wear careless clothes, but they all talk about seeing the Nicholson movie. We end up at some worn out movie theatre, I'm nervous the entire time, then the lights dim. I watch silently in my seat, afraid of the Hippies, but then no more. 

 I am in a new place, a new brave world watching brilliance unfold, dialogue, laughter, hatred, joy & tears. I'm lost in a movie. 

 I tell my daughter this story ~her eyes roll back in disbelief~ then I watch her watch the movie. I tease her "you want me to change the channel, I can if you're not in to it". She says, "it's okay, leave it on". Sabrina cried at the end.

In the City, where I belong.

Collection of odd pictures

Collective Soul - The World I Know

Then I woke up ....

I was dreaming of a little girl who came to daycare, but in my dream she was older yet still cute as a button. I loved that little girl and often told her mom I thought she was the most beautiful baby ever born. Then my happy thoughts fogged over into crossing an isolated stretch of highway in the Arizona desert, high noon no less. I'm walking towards the cafe ~slash~ bus stop. I can feel the sand speckling my eyes and the gun barrel pressing against my groin. When I enter the cafe my memories of the desert vanishes. There are people here. Lots and lots of diners slurping hot coffee beneath Stetson rims. ~I'm thinking "Goddammit I'm in a Clint Eastwood movie"~ And suddenly, he's there, buying a bus ticket. Clint Eastwood is purchasing a bus ticket in the middle of no where and I'm next in line. Our eyes meet and I give him this ~we've met before~ sort of look, and I have a gun.

Paul McCartney invades the Graveyard Shift

It's so bizarre rockin' it in the office, all by myself, filing away ... but then dawn breaks and the office returns to it's slumber self, all quiet and lifeless.

Tina Turner - River Deep, Mountain High (Live in Sopot)

I love Tina Turner. Listening to late night radio with George Noory & Coast to Coast radio show and his bumper music, I hear a lot of songs ~long forgotten~ but loved when I first listened to them years ago, now drowned out by history...or the future, however which way you are so inclined to view things.

Last Wishes ....

Previously, I wanted to have a full burial. Realizing the expense and actual burial plots available these days, I then decided cremation would be best ~ just as long as my ashes were released to the ocean's edge of Victoria Island ~ Tofino to be exact, where I met (of course) my beloved hubby.

So now after reading this FB poster, I've changed my mind. I not only want my ashes flung amongst the Japanese winds of jasmine that have reached Canada's shores in Tofino, I want my ashes to smell like popcorn.  Can you imagine the aroma.  Harmony.

PS: I still want some of me buried in the earth, you know, along with some hair follicle for DNA extraction (like Steven Speilberg did in the movie A.I. ~Artificial Intelligence~). I truly believe this will be possible one day.