The Winds of Change

A few months ago when I was planning a survival strategy for Santa Cruz, my aunt Rosemary offered to keep watch along the coast while I waited out the "winds of change" at my Santa Cruz beach house. I was supposed to be a dog breeder with Austrailian Shepherds and a backyard water well I would have had to dig myself. However, this "survival strategy" also involved cutting my hair, no plastic allowed, and not using any of our 21st Century items I was going to buy on Amazon to survive with (e.g. a super lightweight fishing rod and a bow and arrow set for hunting). They were even going to force me to sleep on a stone bed with only tree boughs for a pillow! Sheesh. I rejected the idea as soon as they told me to cut my hair, and it turned out the girl I thought was from Indigua was actually my nephew's sister who had travelled there and back before the planet's inhabitants extinguished themselves before their time.

I ~ The Purple Chess Set

No one ever paid me anyway, so I never bought my Santa Cruz beach house and it turns out whenever someone puts my little, purple chess piece near Santa Cruz, the winds suddenly pick up outside and scare everyone into leaving where it currently is - in Fort Collins, Colorado with my mom.

I might have gone for the survival in Santa Cruz idea if I'd been 25 instead of 55. The non-Indigua girl, "Petra," said if we stopped using plastic, the waters off the coast would become turqouise, warm and shallow much farther out. Now, the water is cold, dark and deep, no matter what time of year. I became concerned because after my "Spring Cleaning" episode, I only had two pairs of shoes left, my Tevas and my walking shoes - both of which were mostly plastic.