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The sweet smell of pluff mud...
Call me crazy if you must, but I do love the smell of the stinky marsh odor that you smell here in the Lowcountry. I am sure that if I smell that potent smell elsewhere that I will think that I'm driving down Highway 17 south towards Charleston. I am positive I will. I have taken a few short trips and know I am close when I get the aroma of pluff mud filling up my nose. I am grateful for having my sense of smell (even when I have an allergic sneezing fit and can't breathe for an hour) because that is one sense that brings back memories to people in a different way for everyone. A certain smell can make you think about an odd thing or place. I had a conversation with a very nice debutant of a lady and she was telling me a story about how her husband came into her life with a smell. She said that 1st line to me and I of course giggled. She started to tell me her story from many years ago. She smelt a touch of gardenia coming from the gentleman that had just walked by her and sat in the booth next to her in a small local diner in the middle of South Carolina. She said that she could smell it strongly. She proceeded to tell me how her mother had passed away weeks before her encounter with this fragrant man and her mother always had gardenias in a vase at their dinner table, so it was a memorable smell for her. She said she couldn't contain herself any longer so she got up and asked the gentlemen why he smelled so strongly of gardenias. He pulled out a gardenia flower from his suit pocket and proceeded to tell this stranger that he had just come from his mother's funeral and her favorite flower was gardenias. So they sat in this diner until they closed 8 hours later talking and falling in love right there. With the sweet smell of a flower and the memory that lingers with it.
My point of that story is that smells can do wonders for your memories. There are so many things out there that can heighten your senses, so use them well and remember many.
My anxious attitude is starting to shine and radiate out of me like any other glorious feeling of should've already happened. Did ya get that? Sooooo, lived in a house then I had a 31' motorhome, sold it, and bought a van. It is almost ready to be on a long trip road, but am I?! Again I am getting the feeling of wanderlust. Ready to be on the open road. Ready to be outta here and onto new. Orrrr am I ready once again to change my mind and path again? Maybe so and once again I am okay with whatever just as long as I'm happy. I may just keep my van and use it later on down the road after coming back from a sailing trip I also have always yearned for since I saw my first boat. Is it finally the universe giving me what I want and what I asked for? I have to believe fully that is the case and let my destiny and wanting to enjoy the rest of my life take over with only the want to be happy. I have said over and over again how much I love being outdoors in the bright sun or
Most towns thrive on that what brings more people, money, fame, and growth and little ole Titusville is no exception to the normal wants of a semi-small town. The claim to fame here is great views of the launches from across the Indian River, aka ICW. (All my own opinion of course) There are references to space all over the area and not just in Titusville, all around the area, and in Orlando, there are random references to the nearby claim to famers. Many people line the river whenever there is a launch and even more so bring out the food trucks when it is a momentous one, like a shuttle or a rocket carrying humans. There are 3 beaches which are all about 30 minutes or so from Titusville and the closest is Playlinda beach, located along the Canaveral National Seashore, meaning National, meaning government-owned. The Merritt Island National Wildlife Preserve runs along the whole barrier island which does mean that it will never be developed, hopefully. Back to the beaches first, Pla
Today I was talking to a couple of co-workers and we were discussing doing acid, mushrooms, ecstasy, molly, and so on. Well, both of the ladies I was speaking with were both very young. One was 18, the other 21. I was shocked that there was so much of all that still around and so plentiful. I seriously didn't think that acid was still being done as much as it is. I also didn't think that these ladies have done all that they have. But I guess that is me just judging too. I have met so many people over the years and it always seems that when I am talking to someone that a whole life story will come out. I enjoy talking to strangers and they seem to want to be friends, so why not? I really do wish I had a memory where I could remember every conversation I have had with all the people I've met ...ever. I embrace and cherish(at the time, obviously) the stories that I am told. I am going to try and document bits and pieces of stories or at least a tidbit of info of