YOU MIGHT BE A GHOST HUNTER IF:
Today, I wash clothes. Not because
Monday is the traditional wash day in the South, left over from times
when there were no Maytags or Kenmores and the wash was a day long
ordeal of boiling clothes in large iron cauldrons to get them clean. The
day red beans were seasoned and simmered all day long because they
didn't need much attention while everyone was busy doing laundry. (How
deeply ingrained is the hundred plus year old tradition? To this day
many Southern cafes and diners serve red beans and rice for plate lunch
specials.) But I digress. We were discussing my laziness. I mean
exhaustion after Saturday night's investigation.
Ghost hunting
can lead you into some unusual places, and may require unexpected
equipment. I struggle with one such piece of 'equipment' right now as I
try to peel the thermies out of the legs of my camouflage--(I'm almost
six foot tall, mostly legs, so there's some serious arm-stretching
peeling going on, maybe even an extended bare toe involved--lol). One
must take great care not to punch oneself in the face when the two
stretched-to-the-max pieces finally separate. The camouflage I was so tired the pants ended up one
leg right, one leg wrong side out. I just wanted them off so I could
crash in bed. Working in the cold can exhaust you that way, and we spent
the hours of darkness working an extensive outdoor area in 34 degree
weather. I'm lucky Hubby helped me untangle when I managed to get the
camouflage shirt and thermal top underneath it caught up with my hair
while trying to tug them off. (Still trying to figure out how my elbow
got jammed into the shoulder section of a sleeve.) Everything wound up
stuck over my face, arms pinned together overhead, no escaping no matter
how much I flailed and twisted. I'm telling you, the situation got
downright critical! I might have smothered or jerked myself bald if left
on my own. Hubby swears he was clearing his throat--repeatedly-- and
trapped in a darkened environment of my own making, I couldn't actually
see him, so I can't accuse him of laughing.
I love history,
particularly the local history of areas we investigate. This
investigation involved a site in use since the 1920's, and not all of
its history was pleasant. Some was quite tragic, involving the abuse--and deaths--of children. I'm always amazed, and
sometimes saddened by the emotional energy left behind in such places.
We got some interesting photographs, outdoor photography particularly
tricky in the cold. You have to hold your breath while taking pics to
avoid vapor from exhalations. I not only hold my breath, I use the
screen view finder rather than the eye piece so I can extend the camera
well away from my body. When all the pics, video, and audio are
completed, I hope to share the results.
But right now I need
to get back to washing my equipment. Going to need them this weekend at
another historical site on the Mississippi-Tennessee line! And I need to
head to the kitchen. I'm suddenly experiencing a relentless craving for
red beans and rice!
