ROCKIT’S LOG — BOOP SHIP — MISSION 002
Last night as I was drifting to sleep, Betty’s image from one of my expired calendar pages flashed in my head. I had seen this image in my collection before but I wasn’t expecting it to show up like that, honestly.
When I woke up this morning I felt an uninvited warmth inside my house and I thought that was kind of strange. As the hours went by the house fever was getting stronger to the point where even my closet, which has always been the coldest area, was also warm.
Puzzled, I went on with my chores including scheduling Duke Kahanamoku’s blog for next Saturday. If you don’t know Duke, here is my short introduction — he was a Native Hawaiian, first swimmer gold medalist of his time, and through his entire lifetime he traveled not just US territory but internationally. He was and is the Father of Modern Surfing.
And then it clicked. The uninvited warmth. Duke as a swimmer. Water. Hawaii. And Betty’s calendar image from the night before. One thing led to the next and none of it felt like coincidence.
I went and grabbed that specific calendar and the moment I held it I heard a knock in my head and said — it must be you Betty because I have been thinking about meeting you but I didn’t expect you to show up. Usually you zap me into your world.
Betty laughed hard.
Betty: You got that right Rockit.
Rockit: What brings you to my place?
Betty: Oh well, when I stuck my heat stick into your State I thought I would go and visit
Rockit this time and surprise her. And I am ready to sail you to Hawaii.
Rockit: Girl you already looked like burnt bread — I noticed that right away. What did you do? Suntan on the surface of the sun first?
Betty: Don’t make me roll my eyes on you Rockit because I will — ha ha ha.
Rockit: Stand still and let me grab my gear.
But she zapped us both before I even blinked my eyes.
This time Betty didn’t change the background but rather put us in front of Waikiki Beach. And that is when I heard it — a single distant bark. Before I could turn around he was simply there. A creature that looked like he could be a dog or a cat — black and white like he stepped straight out of a cartoon.
After I googled who that IT was — that black and white creature that looked like a cat — I found out he is actually a dog. But he can be a cat given the right scenario and story. And the moment I read that, Evo came to mind. When I said his name I telepathically saw his brown face staring at me. Right there and then I said to myself — what a way to bring Evo into Betty’s universe.
Evo. My animal totem. My dog who passed away in 2022, three days after his February 14 birthday. A Dorkie and Yorkie mix — all brown, all love — now showing up in black and white in Betty’s world like he never left. He was whistling and playing the ukulele like he had been waiting for us the whole time.
Rockit: What a view Betty and I liked it.
Betty: Sure you do. That is why I chose this area — isolated, and only a few people know this spot.
Before she even finished her sentence Betty had already changed into a coconut skirt with leis around her neck. I had no idea if she was wearing a bra for a top but who cares anyway.
Betty: Let’s dance the Hula Rockit and let Evo play Pearly Shells for us on the ukulele.
Rockit: Cooler breeze, a yacht on the horizon, the blue ocean water — all perfect isn’t it Betty?
Betty: Sure it does my earth friend.
As time passed it was time for us to head back to where we started.
And just like that we were back at my place.
Betty: I have to fly away now Rockit but I would like to have an official meeting — my place or yours or everywhere — every Friday.
Rockit: Let’s do that then.
Betty: Bye my friend.
Rockit: Wait a minute.
She looked at me with curious eyes.
Rockit: Explain to me why you are wearing a Carmen Miranda fruit salad hat?
Betty: You noticed?
Rockit: Who doesn’t — you have been wearing it the entire time and even your head is sweating.
Betty: I just want to have fun even if it is uncomfortable because I can. And this is why I chose you as my friend — because you have the same personality.
I gave her a hug and for her exit she decided to pop out full of glitters and confetti and left my art room with so much to vacuum.
Then I heard it — Evo’s collar making that swirling noise. One spin and he was gone. But not before leaving a dental chew tucked inside my tennis shoe.
That is so Evo.
This is where I am going to end my story till our next adventure.
