Gorilla Tape Saves The Holiday


A recent fall journey began with an evening rain shower that turned to snow during the night. By morning enough white stuff accumulated to require a snow-brush and ice scraper to clean off T.C. (our van), but the roads were bare and all participants woke raring to go.

Taking a road-trip while the beautiful fall colors are out is so worth leaving shorts and sandals behind and packing bulkier and a bit more clothing. Mister and I love to travel at this time of the year.

The luggage stowed inside was for two siblings (myself and one of my brothers) and two outlaws (our spouses). Not to worry, there was more bags than what you see above by the time we returned. (Insert Smiley face here).

Us four have traveled together before. To Las Vegas and last summer we explored the Washington and Oregon coast. This time we headed to Canada’s west coast and Vancouver Island. Our numbers increased to six though on the second day when one of my sister’s and her husband met up and joined us.

The weather system that brought the overnight snow was small, so it wasn’t long into the drive before even the fields and ditches were bare again.

Unfortunately, the trip started like no other; it started with a bang, and not a good kind.

An hour and a half after we set out two animals appeared from nowhere, and as a pair they ran across the highway in front of us. Mister slammed on the brakes which gave the lead one just enough time to escape, but nothing could be done to avoid hitting the second.

Tears filled my eyes as I walked back to check the animal lying motionless on the pavement, knowing very well its state. I apologized to it and hoped death came in an instant so it suffered no pain.

Within seconds Mister appeared behind me and pulled the body out from the path of oncoming traffic. I’m not sure I could have done that.

No humans were injured. The van’s under shroud was ripped off, and a good portion of the front end was either cracked, or broken. Lucky for us though, the air bags didn’t go off, the headlights remained intact, and although the air conditioning radiator was dented T.C. ran fine. Damages were all cosmetic.

Nothing could change what happened, and with a highway not being the safest place to hangout we all got back inside and headed for the next town.

Mister and I stood in the mall parking lot while he made the appropriate phone calls. My brother ran into a store and bought a roll of Gorilla tape. It was needed to hold dandling and vibrating pieces safely in place, so we could continue on our way.

As a side note, this was our first time using Gorilla tape, and we were impressed by its strength and staying power through rain and winds.

My superstitious nature kicked in often during the next fourteen days as I worried about the, “Bad things happen in three’s,” theory. Then, I would hear my mother’s words, “Things happen for a reason.” Perhaps that delay saved us from a more severe incident, we will never know for sure. With us all safe at home now, I can report any other mishaps were minor compared to our start.

I intended to post sights and finds on my blog while on this trip, but the ocean always beckoned for me to spend my spare time strolling the shores.

Truth be known, I need little encouragement to do just that.

The only writing I did while on the road was in our daily travel journal. This is a practice I’ve done for years now. We enjoy looking back on the information, to reminisce, or use it to reference things when revisiting an area.

Do you keep a travel journal?

Can superstitions unsettle you?

Have you ever had a rough start to a holiday? If so, did you continue or turn back?


Superstitions And Reflections


Do superstitions have a part in your life?

The realistic part of me, says these are just trained habits, instilled by others who state consequences we might fear. Yet, I have dared fate and gone against a superstition, and suffered a sting of misfortune.

Perhaps my mind affected what I wanted to see, or I allowed my subconscious to influence my actions which followed.

Was it coincidence? Who can say for certain?

I doubt I’ll ever know the answer, but since I’m pretty set in my habits it wouldn’t change me, anyway. My superstitious ways are here to stay.

Here are a few simple ones I believe in;

  • It’s bad luck to walk under a ladder.
  • Picking up a coin found on the ground brings you luck with money, but only if it’s heads-up, if tails-up walk away.
  • If by mistake you put a sock on inside out, correcting it can trigger a bad day.
  • Bad things, happen in threes.
  • Killing a, Daddy-long-leg spider, will cause it to rain.
  • Never hang a lucky horseshoe upside down, the luck falls out.

Along with the above thoughts I’m doing some reflecting with my morning coffee.

In October, we celebrated a new Great-Granddaughter. We also mourned the loss of Mister’s last of 14 Aunts and Uncles. Auntie was two months short of 99, happy, active and lived on her own until suffering a stroke a couple weeks before  passing.

A term often used among or when referring to seniors is “Golden Years”. Truth be known, those two words paint a glamorous vision that not all days live up to.

The wisdom we have gained over the years and being fortunate enough to retire is wonderful, but in a perfect world our bodies would still keep up with our minds.

Just when we think we have conquered a medical issue, another sneaks up.

Life changes constantly, but I’m not complaining, it’s precious and I know things could be far worse.

My best wishes go out to anyone suffering injury, illness or loss.

While Mister’s heart and my back acting up, kinked our plans last month, what did we do? Called on our kids, of course (happy face emoji)

We stayed at their places, closer to doctor appointments. The son and his girlfriend came to the lake and helped us complete our outside, fall, heavy work. Thanks again kids for sharing your homes and all you do for us.

There is an odd event that reoccurs in our marriage. I have heard this can also happen with twins. If one of us gets injured or becomes ill, something often happens to the other. This connection, if that’s what it’s called, has gone as far as us both being hospitalized in different cities at the same time. Once when I was having surgery in a city hospital, Mister found out he is very allergic to hornets, he had to stay in a hospital near our home.

Have you experienced a special connection like this with someone?

Are you enjoying the “Golden Years”

Are you superstitious?

Do you have a superstition you would like to share?