Saturday, June 28, 2014

Fahma's Mahket

Even though I left Maine more than a month ago, I haven't left the accent behind. It's just too fun.

The munchkin and I have been hanging out in St. Augustine, Florida, for the past five or so weeks, soaking up the sun and sweating from the heat and humidity. Something seems very wrong about saying TTFN to Maine just before its warmest and sunniest season, especially after such a looong, cold winter -- not to mention heading so far south during said season. 

Alas, it's the way of things, and I'm quite happy spending time with family and exploring new frontiers. That part of the next-steps plan is right on track. And I anticipate more of an ability to follow the weather (milder temps in the winter months, typically colder climate areas in the spring, summer and fall) once the RV happens.

I had thought I'd get out and explore the grounds of St. Augustine's lighthouse today, but I found that there was a fee to do so, which I didn't realize, and there were a whole lot of people there given that it's a Saturday, which I figured might be the case. So, I'll head there during the week when I can look around without so many peeps doing the same thing.   

I did stop by the fahma's mahket, though, and found some neat wares and even neater vendors. I got some lovely organic lavender soap and other things from Bubbles (yes, that's her name), and Robin of Miss Robin's Jewelry made me a simple yet beautiful necklace after the pendant caught me in its snare and wouldn't let go.

Local honey, anyone?

Thankfully, the trees provided
a good bit of shade

Beautiful pendant and necklace
from Miss Robin
The combination of things in the pendant felt very powerful -- the stone, the metal cage work and the owl sitting right on top. I looked up owl totems, and the message was right on for what's happening right now. It's all about listening to the intuition, seeing what's hidden, experiencing a significant change, etc.

Right on indeed.


P.S. TTFN = popular Tigger expression = ta ta for now :)

Saturday, June 21, 2014


While I was taking part in the A to Z Blog Challenge in April, I felt the momentum build -- the habit of writing every day but Sunday, even when I didn't feel like it. The don't-wanna days were really few and far between, though. For the most part, I looked forward to writing a blog post a day.

Since then, I have really missed both the writing and the momentum that had built up. Thankfully, it feels like it hasn't been lost altogether. It's still there, just waiting to be recognized.

So, I'm stepping back into the flow, which will translate into more frequent posts here. I'm realizing that writing daily is one of the good habits I developed during the challenge, and I can just pick it up again without struggle or effort.

On to the next habit-builder ...

Friday, June 20, 2014

Road Angels

In reading the blogs of both full- and part-time RVers for several years now, I've come across various stories about folks who have been downright helpful out on the road -- fixing things that break in motorhomes and trailers, pulling stuck vehicles and rigs out mud and sand, providing a hand after a breakdown, putting the word out about and assisting in finding a beloved lost dog, sending gifts to help furnish a needed new home for someone coming off the road, and much more.

I've come to think of such folks as road angels, and I met some a few weeks back.

I was unexpectedly traveling at night, quite worn out and only about halfway to my destination. All of a sudden, I felt and heard a bang and knew that a tire had blown out. I pulled across a couple travel lanes to the side of the highway and stopped right behind another vehicle that was doing the same thing. Neither the folks in the other vehicle nor I had any idea what we had hit -- we saw nothing before impact and could not find anything in the roadway that would explain it -- but the force of the dual strike was enough to start one of the other vehicle's tires toward going flat and outright blow one of mine.

I have AAA, but the prospect of sitting on the narrow shoulder on the side of the highway and waiting for however long wasn't a pleasant one. I also had a fully loaded car, so to get to the spare tire in my trunk I would have to unload its contents in the breakdown lane with big rigs roaring past.

The folks in the other vehicle were angels indeed, because the driver went ahead and changed my tire on that busy highway. He made quick work of it, and within 10 minutes or so we were all on our way again.

I wasn't going far, though. The spare tire I had was only a donut, so my destination for the night turned out to be much closer than expected. I drove slowly toward the next exit, hoping that wherever I was, I was in a decent area and I'd be able to find a safe spot for the night.

I was, and I did, and the next day I got a new tire and was on my way again. 

I'm grateful for all the angels that were present that night, and I'm glad to be able to add yet another story about the helpfulness of nice folks in the world to an already long list of them.