When I make a travel book, I like to draw cartoons of funny or memorable things that happened on the trip. This one was inspired by Bobbie telling me that I looked good in my "Suitcase"… she meant Swimsuit…
It is probably one of those, 'you had to be there' stories, like the rest of the cartoon, but I'll explain the picture anyway.
The mermaid holding up Tarot cards is from going to this angel card reader in Treasure Island.
We've been to her before and she is really something.
Hmm, you might be wondering about the guy behind me? I'm in the purple suitcase holding the arm.
Yes, an arm.
A saleslady made the mistake of taking the arms off of a mannequin to remove her dress, as I was sitting on a bench outside the shop.
Of course, I had to pick it up and wave hello with the arm!!!
And of course, my eyes are closed in the photo Bobbie took.
But back to the odd guy with the blood dripping off of a screwdriver…
The reason we go to Sarasota is because our Grandma used to live in Bee Ridge Trailer Park and we went to that area on vacations in our youth. Every time we return, we try to find Grandma's trailer and the park has changed so much, that we never felt like we could pin it down. This time, I was sure I'd found the right one, but that the cool, silver trailer had been painted white. The newest owner (grandma hadn't lived there since the 70s) saw us eyeing the place and came out to find out why.
I asked if I could go inside to see if it looked familiar. He said ok, but needed to get his screwdriver?
Didn't faze me at all, I traipsed in and started to explore.
Apparently, the screwdriver was to open a stuck door, not to kill me. But my sister had 911 ready to dial.
AND IT WAS GRANDMA SMITH'S TRAILER!!!!!!!! 50 years older, repainted a few times, a bit run down, but yep, I recognized it. And we were rewarded for finding it with a beautiful rainbow.
The crying flamingo?
There were two of them in the courtyard of our condo and I decided to bring one along with us on a day trip. When I got her out of the back of the car, there was a puddle under her head, it looked like she was crying.
Maybe because she missed her sister? Or because she thought she'd been kidnapped and was scared?
At least no one threatened her with a screwdriver.
Rosey and Pinky, also came out to play together sometimes. Seriously, she had nothing to cry about.
The little, fairy is my sea shell sprite with a crab shell pinafore.
I'll explain some of the other inside jokes in my next post.
