From A Wide Spot In The Road

I'm back and I've learned some people can't be taught. Some people's light don't burn bright
enough to learn although they have studied for a life time it seems. I know for I am one of
those people. But that's okay. I'll get along with that slight bump in the road. I've been reading
of people here with real problems and I feel for them and hold them to the light.
 
Having a cup of black tea while waiting for lunch and reading the '2548 Best Things Ever Said.'
No 1688 in the book says, Ÿou appeal to a small, select group of confused people.

Message in fortune cookie.
 

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Son of a gun, there she is in DC; last week she was in Barcelona.
Reminds me, I thought of a good quote or two but I can't use
them in the Quote of the Day section for I have already quoted.
Listen up, these are for your ears only:

From Danny McGoorty, he
said, "I have never like working. To me a job is an invasion of privacy."

and

"Boy, the things I do for England."

Prince Charles
on sampling snake meat.
 
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Not stationed in Wales. All I know about Wales is a weed I had came from there.
Research. It is about time for me to change my avatar. I'm tired of looking at that
old man.
 
I wish I could get out and about. Know what I'd like to do? I like to make all the thrift stores. I've got some change in my jeans
and i m ight just buy something. Last time I was in a thrift store I bought a bicycle. Had trouble getting it in the trunk of the car
but the lady at the salvation army store helped me get it situated in the trunk then wenbt back in the store and got several
scarves to tie the bike in so it would not fall out on the way home. I couldn't ride it, of course, but I tried. I nevfer did get it out
in the street. Just walking the bike out on the driveway got me so out of breath I just sat there, astradle the bike, my feet on the
ground, trying to get air back in my lungs. It was a lost cause and I donated the bike to ano0ther charity.

But today if I could make all the thrift stores in my little town, what woud I buy? Maybe a guitar. I can't play one but I'd give it a
shot. I know a few chords. I could practice. I might even get my bum finger, that bends out toward my little finger, to obey my
commands. Then I could play the guitar and my harmonica on one of these. 4BC3D0DA-CBF7-41A8-B85E-151DDF09F3F1_4_5005_c.jpeg But I can't get out, I'm home
bound but I wish I could. I might even go to the music store and get a Uke. Anyway here's to everyone's own personal cup of
tea. I like good tea. Hope yours is good too. Keep on dreaming.
 
I'm so sorry you're a housebound soul. It's just a shame you don't have some way to get out to go to that thrift store. Joe and I don't get out much. Never really have. We're home bodies and that's alright. It's like having our own little island. Have a good day and enjoy your tea.
 
Oh, don’t mind me, I’m only letting off steam. I’ve got plenty to do. I play my harmonica
whichI I enjoy, and I have my camera which I play around with from time to time. I eat well.
I read two or three books a week. In fact, I spent most of the day yesterday reading a novel.
Finished it last night just after midnight. Started another but have only read the prologue
and part of the first chapter.

Rain has stopped. Maybe the sun will come out. If not, I’ll still enjoy a cloudy, closed in day.
Why do I write this nonsense you might wonder. I write because I want a small part of the
world to know I exist.
 
I used to browse books at the second hand stores every few weeks. And occasionally
I’d buy two or three cups because I break so many washing dishes.
 
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Now however I need large print. I used to read adventure and spy novels and mystery books
but now I mostly read westerns. I have been reading them a long time. When I was twelve
years old, my uncle visited us because he was working nearby. When he was leaving that
early Sunday morn, he reached behind the seat of the truck of his truck and pulled out a
paperback western. He said, “I just finished this book, you might enjoy it, too. I don’t remember
the story But I remember the author. It was Ernest Haycock. I have been reading them since
that time.
 
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