It has been quite awhile hasn’t it? Well, a few things that have happened:
First, my old old friend Charity has moved in with me at Bethany’s. I flew down and helped her pack and then we road tripped up to MN.
This included a side trip to our very first Renaissance Festival. We loved it. We were figuring out how we could live the rest of our lives at fairs. We saw it all: acts, clothes, swords, songs, dance, jousting. We shouted a lot of “Hazzaaah” and thought of MST3K, fell in love with a knight – well, almost, – it was his horse. We have a plan. The two of us will make beautiful art to peddle at the Ren Fests. I will take up belly dancing (just for fun) and then in the afternoons we’ll stage a cat fight in front our booth to attract customers. This gives Charity the chance to practice her fencing skills.
Before we go and do that we had to take a road trip to NC. It was a mult-purpose roadtrip. I was going to visit Jason, Half Full/Carrie my old AT hiking partner, and Mandi that I worked with in Antarctica. Charity was going to visit her cousins, her brother (I know him too and was looking forward to catching up with him as well), and there also just so happened to be another Renaissance Festival happening near where Jason lives so we were both ready for that. Dad was our driver, he had a few reasons to go to NC as well.
It’s neat how it all came about. It all started with my plans to finish hiking on the AT with a quick stop in NC to visit all the people I just mentioned. One night as Dad was checking on his bids on E-Bay he was suddenly like, “By the way, where did you say you were planning to go next?” It turns out that he had found an incredible deal for a marine engine with transmission that he was eying for his boat that just happened to be located in North Carolina. With a bit of scheduling and plotting we figured we could all get our trips to go together. Somehow Dad’s contractor found out about this and before you know it, we were heading down the highway in a monster truck like the commercials in which they have those guys flashing their guitars and bragging in twang about toughness or something. The truck was borrowed from Dad’s boss-guy in exchange for picking up an entire boat that had been purchased about 5 yrs ago. I don’t know the story with that but we had a cushy elevated ride on leather seats. The funny part was taking a boat into the mountains for one of the visits. We could smell the brakes when we finally inched our way back down.
The South and it’s road signs
Serious, at one intersection it had road signs and street signs on both corners and above the traffic lights.
not the guy on stilts
After Charity and Dad went back home I was on my own in NC to get to know Jason’s family, make some money landscaping, and whatever else came up. It was a whirl of stuff, I met Jason’s friends, saw 300, Blades of Glory, Grindhouse, I even got paid to do a Thai Massage. As for landscaping, it was so nice to be outside and working hard, and I got to hang out with really cool people beside. Jason and I went to DC, Sunset Beach, and Myrtle Beach. I visited Mandi in Columbia, SC. I went to Asheville to visit my old hiking partner and reunite with her family and friends. It was such a great time of memories. It was Spring down south. I got to listen to my parents report being snowed in at home and 20 degree weather.
Carrie told me about a little log cabin that had been for sale for $65,000 somewhere near Asheville and that Asheville has an alternative medicine school. How awesome would that be? It was enough to get me thinking. I could get a few degrees, set up a practice. . .have my art as a past time. Hmm. . . Well, it’s a thought. I still have Alaska to think about but what if I did schooling for two years and then I could put it into practice up there. Make good money. I don’t know.
Now I am home, readjusting to life at Bethany’s. I am trying to get into the routine of biking to Mom and Dad’s to help him work on his boat. So far he hasn’t been able to start so I mowed the lawn one day. How crazy is that? That’s something to blog about.
There’s been the first family picnic of the year and Bethany and I went to an SCSU alumni dinner – and we never attended college. How great was that? At one point I found myself sitting at a table where everyone was married and pregnant. Agh! Where am I? One of them was a little punk kid that used to ride our bus. What in the world? When Bethany asked me what outfit I was planning to wear I told her I was going for Spinster Librarian. We compromised on a more glamorous version but I still got my sweater and skirt combo.
Basically, after I got back from NC I spent a few days artistically brooding. I was moping about how I am wasting my life, I don’t appreciate any of it, I don’t have any new big goals that I am working towards, I’m too uncertain, blah, blah, blah, you may notice that this is becoming a common theme of mine. I discovered something shocking about myself while I was away: I’m a commitment phobic. Me! I think is what bothered me most was how obvious it is but how I had no idea. Now I have to get over that. If I want to settle down I have to make some long term choices. How do I do that?
I did have a nice reaffirmation last night. Kimmy and I went out to a bar for their Grand Opening. They had a mechanical bull and it was our intent to ride it. I only had one go at it but I felt I did decently enough for a girl. Once I was back on the ground there was a class mate tapping me on the shoulder to say hi! HA. I don’t think you can quite appreciate how much it meant to me. I was the invisible girl in school with the (warped) idea that everyone hated me. I detested them all back. It was a passive aggressive war of ignoring everyone and doing my best to not give them a chance to know what sort of person I was. Well, I’m not like that so much any more and riding a mechanical bull in the town where I had attended high school made me give the whole bar experience cheesily deep meaning. When the “popular kid” of 10 yrs ago gave me kudos for my bull ride it’s like that moment summed up my transformation and the effects of that.
Speaking of transformations. Do you see me finally beginning to get these e-mails a little nicer with the pictures? All right, Talk to you later.