Far Out, Man.....

I plan to take part in the Slice of Life March Challenge, but wonder if the first week I will fail.  Now why would I worry about this?  I have participated for four years and managed to put something together for 99% of the time.  In fact, the challenge forces me to write.  And that is a good thing.  My fear is because we will be traveling the first week of March, I am not sure how much down time we will have.

We will be on the Flower Power Cruise!  We have already received our Flower Power T-shirts and I have purchased a few items that will take us back to the 1960s. We have love beads, a headband with a peace sign on it, John Lennon hats and a pair of John Lennon sunglasses.  Ray tells me that he doubts he will be wearing the love beads or the peace sign tattoos, but we shall see.

Ray was the one who first heard
about the Flower Power Cruise and mentioned it to me.  From there, I got on line and signed us up fearing that there would be no more room on the ship.  We have no clue as to what it will be like.  We know we will enjoy the music and hope to meet some of the artists.  Micky Dolenz from the Monkees, Peter Noone from Herman's Hermits, Mark Lindsay from Paul Revere and the Raiders....wow...those are just a few!  It will be like watching "Where the Action Is"* while cruising to Key West and Cozumel.

My Slices will probably be short, with pictures of the day's activities and short descriptions.  I hope to get at least that much done.  "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" as we "Dance to the Music" and are"Groovin" to the tunes.  "Can't You Hear My Heart Beat!!"
Peace and Love to us all.

Here is a website for the 2017 Flower Power Cruise.  This year's has been sold out for weeks. Flower Power Cruise 2017

*For those young people who may not know about "Where the Action Is", here is a YouTube clip to enjoy.  Where the Action Is  It was an after school show full of music, dancing and fun.

Something Fishy? A True Story!

Cats fed, breakfast finished, and tickets to the Happy Together Concert have been purchased. Those of you non-baby boomers may not appreciate the joy my husband and I have singing along with Mark Lindsey from Paul Revere and the Raiders, or Flo and Eddie from the Turtles...and a few other 1960s bands at these concerts. I won't even try to explain because my topic this morning is about being lucky. I have to admit, a got this idea from Cathy...after reading her post from yesterday about being unlucky...but actually winning something. Cathy, I hope you don't mind that I will piggyback your idea.I have always considered myself a lucky person...even when I was young I felt that. But the strangest 'luck' I had can not be explained. It has to do with my license plates. Way back in 2000 when I purchased my lime green Beetle I decided to get license tags to support the Scenic Rivers. The blue heron flying across the top of the plate looked pretty and would look good on the back of my Beetle. My Uncle Frank was visiting when the plates arrived. Imagine my dismay when I ripped open the thick envelope and locked eyes with a fish. A FISH! No blue heron! I don't eat fish...I don't go fishing...and I did not want a fish on my license plate. Uncle Frank just sat there with a grin on his face while my mother (who lived with me) hoped that my ranting would subside. How can I drive around with a fish on my tags!About five minutes into my rage I noticed that the fish looked exactly like the fish engraved on my fathers grave stone. (He liked to fish...poor guy, neither of his daughters liked to fish...hmmm, but maybe it was his way of escaping to a quiet place.) Yes, mother agreed that the fish did look the same. Hmmm...that fish did not look all that bad...made me feel like my father was driving with me. Then I checked the rest of the plate. The numbers were 517....my father's birthday. I hugged the plates and knew I would never return these plates...not ever...and oh how childish I had been about that lovely fish. "Now you have to play those numbers on the lottery." Uncle Frank said to me. So, I did. I knew that people played three numbers, but I had never done that...and felt a bit awkward when buying them. I can't remember how I bought them...being asked if I wanted them 'boxed'...and had no clue what that was. I just know I played the numbers 517. That night we watched the lottery drawing...the numbers were...1...7...5. Wow!! Not the right order, but the same numbers. Uncle Frank told me that even thought the numbers were out of order, I probably won something. He was right! I won $80! The fish is still traveling with me...attached to the back of its third car...and many times when approaching the car, I swear, it winks at me.