Out on the Limb: Doing The Combo

Doing The Combo

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I have been searching for blogs using keywords like vagabond and nomad. I want to read how others manage to do what my husband and I are planning...the work and travel combo. And so I landed at the Pixie Vagabond.

Pixie wanted to sell used books to finance living and roaming in an RV. The thing is, I can't find any entries past September 2003. What happened to her? Did she say goodbye to her readers? Is her soul withering behind the counter of a Taco Bell? She describes her fears:

"In the early hours of the morning I remembered to remind myself that I am not, in fact, stupid. I'm not perfect, and I'm not stupid. And everyone makes mistakes. Unfortunately I couldn't remember any famous people quotes about how they failed a gazillion times and their wives left them and they were eating their last piece of mouldy bread when they hit the big time, at which point they gave their ex-wives the finger and remarried eighteen year olds who looked like Pam Anderson when she was still 100% organic. But I do remember thinking that perhaps if I start slow, small, maybe I have a chance. My losses will be smaller and I can find out what works before dumping the last of my coin. I have been so terrified, so driven by the fear that poverty is chasing my heels and that to slow down is only to delay the inevitable. But it doesn't have to be that way."

So I have sent an e-mail to Pixie. The e-mail address is 2 years old. Subject reads "Taco Bell or what?" I hope I get to hear the end of the story...

I found pixie at the Globe of Blogs, which I prefer to call "Globs". It's a busy place. I plug "nomad" into their search engine, and I see this nugget from Little Nomad

"Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself!"

My "nomad" search also brings me to Synaptic Waste. Synaptic is having a difficult day today:

"I had the brilliant notion to join a friend for his regular gym workout on Saturday. It was pecs, triceps and abs day.

The fact that I can no longer lift my arms above stomach level is a decent indication that I went a tad too far in my first weight workout in years. The fact that I can no longer wear pullover shirts, style my hair or carry a stapler without fits of whimpering is a constant reality check that one should take these things slowly. Putting on clothing brings me near tears and I'm faced with the same problem when it comes time to take them off at night. I'm seriously considering just wearing this set of clothes for the rest of the week.

With such a kick ass, tough-as-nails workout I'd feel like a total stud if I weren't spending so much time whining like a girl."

Haha...poor Synaptic! All of life is an adventure. As my husband and I work to become nomads in the next few months, who knows what adventures will arise. 1-1/2 weeks before we go to the RV show in Puyallup! Somewhere out there is a new home for us. Of course, we won't be buying until this home sells; and we won't be putting this home on the market until late June or July, I think. So for now, tell stories birth beauties!

posted by Deb, 5:02 PM