Its snowing buckets but Sookie is warm inside. I’ve been squirreling away yummi treats, carefully nestling my growing wine collection and trying to make the boat just the right amount of comfy without losing the romantic notion of her being the salty vessel that she is. Each week I hide more dark chocolate, laced with sea salt for those times when nothing else will suffice.
Bags of organic lentils cradle the wine, boxes of salty crackers by the dozen are finding their homes, tall jars of gourmet olives, canned cheese, and butter all being tucked away for those special nights. I’m down to my last candle but more will come, the light they cast in Sookie is indescribable, my play list is slowly being refined and a few new books of poetry have found thier prospective homes within easy reach from anywhere in the boat.
Sookie may be small but that’s part of her charm, everything has its place and she is almost always neat and tidy, ready and waiting to pop a great bottle of wine and serve up a feast be-it just a few of us or the whole damn dock.
My budget is wrecked but it was worth it. One van, a small cabin, Brompty and a yacht fit for an adventure not bad for a guy who lives below the stated poverty line in America. I’m now entering the third of what was only supposed to be a year of living in poverty and finding it quite enjoyable. Not just the abondance of free time but also the freedom of it all. It’s a dream come true now that my writing is covering this lifestyle I’m enjoying a new type freedom that Ive never experienced before and it’s only cost is that I continue to live the life I’ve chosen.
“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.” —Roald Dahl