I think I should begin the list of hmm’s with myself. I looked at the date of my last entry and I said a lot more than hmmm, but in the interests of politeness I won’t write what I really said. I also said hmm about where to start this entry. In all honesty I think it’s a little (lot) late to finish up our winter adventure—we’re already talking of planning the next one. Let’s just say we did get into Hudson Valley Psych.—obviously, as there’s a gallery—it was a giggle, complete with a snow plough. But it was so long ago and although I remember, clearly, the entry and our ridiculous conversations that preceded it, I think I’ll go with more recent events.

I do have a bunch of excuses for not posting. Of course it’s the whole being busy thing and prioritizing. I had to create a personal website for my day job, check it out, suetatterson.com if you’re at all interested in what I do during the day (why you would be I don’t know, Spirits of the Abandoned is much more fun, although I do love my job). My site still needs some missing bits filled in but they’re on my list. Of course if you add the photos that needed galleries from our most recent trip to NJ, well then you can see what I’ve been doing—I’m not one for excuses but I do think mine are kind of, sort of relevant.

Anyway, back to things that make you go hmmm. As I mentioned we were in NJ a few weeks ago, which I’ll post about next…soon. We had a great time—a hospital, a jail and a stadium—what more could two middle-aged women explorers ask for —maybe the grim reaper guarding a very nice middle class home in a very nice area of NJ? Really! Yes, that’s exactly what we came across. Coincidently it was the same weekend Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett departed. But that’s a whole other story. So, no, it wasn’t a Halloween thing, it’s obviously a year round fixture.

I’m not sure why, it could be because I’m a Virgo, but I like to be able to explain things—I’m a fan of good old-fashioned reasoning. And I am really stuck on why there is any reason, any person would want to pull in their driveway each day/night and be greeted by a life size grim reaper. ‘Tis very strange.

Honestly, I’m good with quirky, I learned to live with a 4 foot, green, concrete, crocodile named Ginger (so called after the American tourist who was eaten by one—I was living in Australia, my home, so American tourists being eaten by crocodiles made the news) residing on my front porch for many, many, years. It wasn’t mine it was my former  partner’s but as I said I developed an understanding of quirky, (although I often wished it had another name)—but the grim reaper?? Ohh well let’s see if the pic makes you go hmm too.  I’m heading off to NY for another adventure this weekend, so I’ll be back with stories from that trip as well as NJ soon. And of course, more photos!