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the three day weekend & the witches & the ghost hunt

12:18 p.m. - 2003-09-09

"if its not a rhapsody, well, it'll just have to do."~alejandro escovedo

its been an incredible few days off and i can hardly contain my excitment about some activities...

on sunday, brian woke me up with a call at nine thirty to go to ohiopyle to do some hiking. it being the first sunday in football season, toby opted out of going. so it was to be just me and brian and verbil making the hour trek to the highlands. i met brian on the south side for a breakfast called a 'big girl' which consisted of eggs, bacon, home fries, and two thick slices of tasty french toast. he grabbed his camera and map and we were on the road.

of course, we got lost. but it was a fun kind of lost in a place that hasn't, as brian put it, gotten over death metal. we followed one road to its dead end, where a house advertised on a homemade sign of plywood, "enter-tainment books sold here. 20$". i will never say the word entertainment quite the same way again. enter. tainment. and how lucrative to sell those coupon books from your home! even more successful than selling them in the front of the wal-mart, i'd say. being on a dead end street in the town t hat the department of transportation forgot ...there's bound to be a steady flow of traffic.

once we untangled ourselves from our adventure, we were on the way to the mountains. once in the mountains, we followed yellow arrows on wood signs to camping areas that we thought would lead us to trails. fortunately for us, we ran into a park ranger (who, in a rare coincidence of tastes, we both thought was pretty darned cute in a woods-man sort of way) gave us directions to the Gorge Trail. We hiked happily through the woods and over the river and along the river and all sorts of good hiking directions for most of the afternoon, returning to the city through the Thriving Metropolis of Unionville...or was it Uniontown?...the town of every fast food chain you could possibly imagine. Strange view of the neon logos against the backdrop of misty mountains.

i spent Monday with my dad and doing errands. Laundry. Costco Trip For Bulk Items. Vacuuming his pool of green algae that accumulated over the week of their vacation away. Giving the dirty dog a clean bath in the driveway. and then it was time to get home to get showered and dressed for my first Wicca 101 class.

i drove from my house to the little town upriver, New Brighton. i found the curio shop relatively easily. we talked history of witchcraft and wicca. we talked generally. it was an informal class that felt good in that i was sitting and talking with complete strangers that shared my beliefs and i'm very excited about getting to know them...and getting to know myself better over the next year.

in additon to offering this class, the lady that owns the store also runs a group of ghosthunters. they showed me pictures from their latest hunt and she told me that they're meeting tonight. talk escalated and they decided to go on a hunt tonight. i asked if i could come and they seemed as excited about my interest as i was about going. i don't usually have my tuesday nights free, so this is going to be a real treat. i called brian and invited him along....truth be told, i'm really nervous about going. even a little scared...okay, honestly, a lot scared. the pictures they've showed me have orbs of energies and tell tales of moved furniture. i'm a skeptic but at the same time, am nervous that there will be no debunking here. so tonight, at around seven o'clock, i (and hopefully brian as well) will don my jeans and sauconys and a long sleeve teeshirt...load up my flashlight (i never wanted a maglite more in my life!) with batteries and grab the 35mm and head out with a group of ghosthunters into the night to meet with some spectors. i am excited and nervous and praying that the rain will hold off just one more night.

i feel like more things are taking shape the further forward i move. i feel a whole new side of me blooming that i was beginning to doubt i had.

many happy blessings, ya'all.

until.

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