the nomadic trio
Just a nomad with two cats who refuses to live with most of societies rules. And who doesn’t like to occasionally change up their views with rent free living?
329 years ago
329 years ago today Bridget Bishop was the first hanged in the witch trials. Not the first accused but the first to die. Salem is so full of unique and welcoming town. So unless you were born under a rock and never heard of the place, you would never know what kind of blemish this place has in the American history. Town officials in 1692 killed an innocent 20 persons. But why though? Because this 20 were different. They didn’t fit into the mold of their “normal”. Which is crap…sorry. I digress.
A bit of me
As some of you know already, I live out of my RV. It's been a glorious yet trying year to say the least but the cats and I have managed. Between parking at KOA's, conservation areas, business and church parking lots and most recently, my current job; the cats and I have been fairly comfortable. It's my home. My refuge. My safe haven. The one place that will smell of chocolate chip cookies for 3 weeks after they’ve already been made.
Old and forgotten
Oh the joys of finding the old and forgotten things. The abandoned things. The once glory filled things that only Lord knows how many people got to enjoy before us. How many holidays were spent here? Were they enjoyable for everyone involved? Or did a once lively turned hermit guy live here and it wasn't as warm or inviting anymore? Who in the world knows. But I'd be interested in finding out. I'd have more fun than what should be allowed in finding out though.
What is it with old vacant homes that bring out the fear in us? What about those falling apart marionettes? Especially those that are supposed to be clowns? I blame Stephen King and his story, IT. The literal God of horror he is. I still blame my mother for getting into all things old, ghostly and haunted; though I'm not mad about it. It just gave me a better appreciation for Halloween and how it can be just as pretty as Christmas lights on a snowy night. If you know what to look for that is.
A bit odd
A couple nights ago, a friend and I went to a 169 year old cemetery that has been somewhat forgotten. Not forgotten enough to not be mowed by some random mowing company. But enough so that the headstones have been knocked over and not fixed. Let alone any kind of flowers left behind for the dearly departed loved ones. As I was walking around though, my friend said he noticed what appeared to be a shadow figure pacing back and forth between a couple headstones 20-25 feet away from me. Only to disappear whenever I started walking back to the car.
wining and dining
Fish eye is probably my absolute favorite. Give me a nice, sweet flavor and I'll be your best friend forever. I'd share it with whomever is brave enough to join me by the fire pit. What says you? What's your go to bottle when you want to enjoy a night in? And what about food? Cheese and wine or beer and nachos?
As I sit here, drinking yet another cup of coffee, I can’t help but to think about all of the people who have asked about the RV and what it’s like living in it. If it’s easier, cheaper and what the pros and cons are. Who and what do I listen to heading down the road.
Sometimes even the wolves are silent
I have always been curious about where it came from. The myth that wolves are drawn to howling at the full moon. Is it because wolves are more nocturnal than one might've believed? Or is it because “women of the night” in Pompeii howled like wolves when they were free for the next customer? What about us measly humans? What is it about the moon that draws us night owls to the moon to study its simple yet complicated beauty?