Fright in SeaBay

“The preparations are what they are. We’re here. The storm is coming, We are as best prepared as we can be as the eye of the storm approaches.” -Russel Honore.

The tide is in—the sun beams its warmth upon me, despite the eerie silence in the air. The sun is glistening on the bay: this is what one might call a ’kodak-moment.’

I am at the blue-chip dock, standing on the boardwalk at PokéHill, wearing my black spandex shorts, purple t-shirt, and backless sandals with black ankle socks. My arms and legs are dark from tan, my makeup completed like a fairy princess-always, purple sparkles streaming from my eyes and all.


It is imperative to keep my makeup on point while it is mandatory to wear a mouth and nose covering in public buildings. My matching purple bandana tied around my neck; easily accessible should I decide to stop at McAndy’s on my way home.

I am my own design.

With a high of 92 today, my clothes are damp from sweat.  Excessively hot for this area, but I love it: This is more like the summers I grew up with in College Place, Washington.  I could use a slight cool down, though.

It is extraordinarily calm out here, too calm. The seagulls are not even swarming around me to remind me that I am on their dock.

There is no wind. My silver hair lays perfectly straight to the middle of my back. It feels like time has stopped for a moment.

The calm before the storm?” I ask myself.

I look around me; there are a few cars parked here and there.

A red, four-door Camry is the closest vehicle.  At the only picnic table at PokéHill sits a family, most likely tourists, having what I presume to be dinner, as it is 1700 hours—looks like KFC.

A tweekzombie is pilfering through the garbage can by the bathrooms while his girlfriend stands by picking her face; he appears to have made quite a find in that dumpster.

An elderly couple is holding hands as they slowly make their way toward the boat ramp.

There is a crisp, freshness to the air. I breathe it in deeply and smile.

I just got Rayquaza in a 5-star remote raid, from Eugene Oregon. I am elated.

Freaking awesome! I have got to tell Ludis about this!”

I glimpse a profusion of birds approaching from the corner of my eye.

Yea, there must be a storm coming.” I think out loud.

The sunlight reflects off the jewels on my purple-tipped, one-inch nails as I quickly take a screenshot of my latest triumph and send it to Ludis.

He prolly won’t even care; the whole family quit playing except myself.”

Lera started playing at the behest of Karek and Ludis, not too long before I did.  Seeing them have so much fun together made me want to join in; after being against the whole game since it came out.

Well, they quit playing–boredom perhaps? Because they did not want to play Pokémon GO with their mother? I may never know. I got Katja to download it recently, but she never plays either.

Regardless, I am trying to get to level 40 to request a PokéGym by my house. At present, I am on level 35. I started playing three months ago.

I hear what sounds like wild laughing from seagulls, the high-pitched sound of caws from the crows, and a mixture of many other birds singing their alarm at the impending storm.

What must be hundreds of birds are now flying all over, highly strung.

The thought crosses my mind that we are about to have an earthquake.

Everyone here is utterly incognizant of the behavioral change in the birds. Typical. Most people are oblivious to everything around them.

Look at Walmart—you can walk through there, and people are standing around having family get-togethers in the middle of the isles. Like hello, it is a shopping place, not a state park.

I wish they would resume playing; it is far less fun to play by myself.” My mind back to Pokémon.

It sure is sunny and bright for a storm, not a cloud in sight.

Maybe Ludis will play again once there is a gym next door.”

I glance at the bay once more as I turn around to go home; the water is rapidly receding.

Oh shit, it is a tsunami!

To Be Continued…

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Blue Diamond

Poké Walk of Terror

My first venture out walking after weeks of bed turned into a terrifying little walk that I can’t stop dwelling on.

My son Karek and I took a walk to the store. On the way, we decided to detour to PokéHill, a hill in which there are multiple pokéstops and a pokégym. Hence the nick-name PokéHill. Before my girlie part pain started, I would walk there two to three times a day.

Right before we got to the turnoff, we noticed three people walking toward our street, and I thought one had a rake or something along that line. I didn’t look directly at them, and I didn’t think much of it until Karek said that they looked like they were up to no good. I asked what he meant, and he said he didn’t know, but they had a rope, and they just looked suspicious.

I decided we should not go to PokéHill, and we turned off on the next street; So did they. We sped up, so did they. I was rapidly becoming more fearful for our lives. I didn’t have my knife or my pepper spray, and the pain from the pelvic congestion syndrome I am going through was quickly worsening, trying to walk faster.

Just before we got to the next turnoff, I was contemplating calling the police. Karek looked back again, and they were gone, just disappeared. I feared they had a better way to grab us, but we safely made it to the store. Is it odd that I feel like I am in the twilight zone right now?

I don’t know if it was just coincidence or if they genuinely had sinister intentions. But what I do know is that the feelings I felt during this opened my eyes to what is going on in our world—even in our town. It is everywhere, and there is no escape.

You see this stuff all over the news and the social media—about rioting and looting and so much unrest everywhere. But it never hit home really until today. This world is full of evil people that want nothing more than to make others suffer. Why? Because misery loves company.

There was nothing racial about this; there aren’t even any actual riots here that I am aware of. There was nothing to be hateful about; they were just malicious. Perhaps they had no real intention of harming us. Maybe they just wanted to do what they did—scare us.

Now that hours have passed, Karek says they probably were walking, and it had nothing to do with us. But I was there; I believe he was scared—by his behavior and what I felt from his aura at the time. I felt fear and anxiety, and it was not just mine.

I don’t know what they were up to if anything. Karek could be correct, and we just jumped to conclusions. But who walks around town flaunting a rope or any weapon for the matter? Nobody with good intentions at any rate.

If you think about it, what are the protests and violence accomplishing that is so important? Nothing that I can see. More hate, more violence, property destruction and businesses, terrorizing innocent people, and more laws.

I have a love/hate relationship with the idea of the government going after people like this. I wouldn’t want them grabbing innocent people off the street; I realize many “peaceful” protests exist. But there has to be a common ground to get the terrorists off the road, does there not?

Until next time dear diary, Olive

Tedious but Worth It

Not my favourite, but I can live with them.

Getting better each time I fill them.

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Last updated June 15, 2020

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New Toys

First time using my uv gel and light.

Not sure I like this, but if it drives me batshit, I can just redo them🙀