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Saturday Downtown

I have fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes before my login expires that is. I’m at the library at the quick use computer. Earlier I’d wandered over to the State Museum garage sale. They were selling all the things they didn’t want anymore. Last night on the news they reported having a Chewbacca mask and other cool things. I debated whether or not I would go. Naturally I went. Part of me hoped to find something cool and another part hoped I wouldn’t. I don’t need more stuff. I’m trying to get rid of stuff. But, hey, stuff is cool even if it becomes a bit of a bother. As long as the house doesn’t look as if I’m a hoarder, which it doesn’t except for the spare bedroom where boxes of my ‘stuff’ is piled up.
I also thought I might find something to use as a present.
The garage sale started at nine. I got there after ten. The good stuff was gone, but that was okay. I browsed through finding nothing that spoke to me although I was tempted, believe me, I was. And what was I going to do with a ten foot long banner on the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit? I think I went to that one too. Can’t remember.
I fought back. No. Where are you going to put it? You don’t need it, don’t need it. How much money do you have on you? Isn’t that gas money? It’s 3.60ish a gallon now, you know.
I did not get the banner. I didn’t get the Halloween stuff either. I guess that is a ‘hooray’ for me.
Since the main library is near by I wandered over there to get books for my mom and me. The 2013-2014 SC book award books aren’t out yet. The latest Silversun Pickups CD is as well as the latest Ice Age movie. Cool.
Now I’m off to Wal-Mart to get groceries, dashing in the rain.

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House in Govan

Govan is just a stretch of houses along the railroad track that shadows 321. On one side are a few residential homes, a business or two (I can’t tell if one building is abandoned or being used), and two pretty large churches. On the west side are fields and farms. There are two old houses here, with their sagging roofs and curved walls, one on either side of the dirt road. I plan to take another photo of this one as the setting sun lights its flanks, warming the wood.07 Govan - old house

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In a recent forum, I read of a person lamenting having to create a blob, join Twitter and Facebook, and do other on-line ‘stuff’ in order to promote herself as an author. She felt frustrated and overwhelmed. I sympathize with her. At least I can keep up with my blog and find topics to write about although I might repeat myself every so often. I’m proud that I have been able to post an article once a week this last month. I’m doing better than over the summer.
As for Facebook, I have no interest in joining something I don’t believe in. It’s time sucking and with all the problems they have with people stealing passwords and that, I want no part of it. Ditto for Twitter. I don’t want to read other people’s sound bites ‘ate great cheeseburger today’ and I don’t have time to waste in tweeting what I’m doing ‘we had a fire drill today’. To me Twitter cheapens one’s words.
The biggest deterrent to promoting oneself is time. With work, personal obligations, and trying to keep up with everything there’s little time to do much else. What time I do have I wish to use for my writing and it’s not a lot of time. It’s time I need to recharge my battery. Writing keeps me sane and if I don’t write, life unravels.
Prior to a month ago, I spend my netbook time writing blog posts to upload. In the end I didn’t even want to get on my netbook anymore because writing had become a chore and took away from writing my story, a story I can’t get into because I haven’t able to maintain a proper relationship with it. Open netbook. Think of blog topic and write. Groan. Now I’ve changed how I write my blog posts and things are getting better.
One of the responses to the promoting oneself question was to start small. Good idea. It would get too overwhelming otherwise. Right now I have one thing – my blog. Once things resolve in my life, then I’ll expand. I’d love to have a web page, but that requires time and money. I’ll love to redo my blog page – time. But I’m happy I can post to my blog so I’ll be happy with that for right now.

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Hello to you, Hamish.
You are quite brave to stand firm when the dog came. Me knees got all wobbly thinking about it. I prefer dogs quite far away, like in the next pasture. I am sorry to hear about your book. Gramma found out the twins had it and are making them pay for it. From what I hear they tore pages out to feed to the goat. They were lucky the goat didn’t eat them along with the wee bits of paper.
As you know I went on holiday this year over the summer. Four new states I have seen, but Pawnee Kitty says one, Virginia, doesn’t count because we only drove through and dinna stop. I shall count it anyway. Like her rules are the ones to follow. I also walked into a new country, Canada!
The person drove through North Carolina, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York, and later Virginia. We went camping in Pennsylvania and in New York. Twas bonny and the vegetation quite tasty. I wanted to camp in a pasture, but Pawnee said we could only do so at campgrounds. They have nice pastures here. I took many pictures as you well know. Mum said the farmer’s wife likes the scenic pictures and the farmer enjoys the photos of the farms
The highlights of the trip were Niagara Falls, Canada, Watkins Glen State Park, and Letchworth State Park.
Never have I seen falls like Niagara. They are big and very, very scary. I dinna wanted to go on the boat tour, but Pawnee Kitty went and she dislikes boats and water immersion so I went as well and got me wool wet.
There are three falls and we saw all three. One can go to the bottom of one and water from the falls ran over me hooves! If I had not been tethered to the person I may have been swept away, but she has experience with securing little bodies so I was safe all the time and only fainted once.
I loved Canada. Pawnee Kitty wants to know how I can love it so much when I was there for only two hours. But I do. I want to go visit New Brunswick. We dinna drove to Canada, but walked over a bridge, the Rainbow bridge. One has to have a passport. Pawnee did not have hers. She says her species can go wherever they want on this continent. I will see, I thought to meself.
The person wanted to tell customs she was only coming to Canada to get lunch as she couldn’t find anything good on the U.S. side. The customs people don’t seem to have much of a sense of humor so she didn’t. I showed me passport and got it stamped. Pawnee just stood on the counter and smiled. They had to look it up, but her kind do get to go in and out with no passport. When we went back to the U.S. she just slipped through the gate and didn’t even come with us inside the custom house. I think she should have been arrested and detained permanently.
We went rambling, aye, along the river even, past a horrible place called the Whirlpool which is not a place for timid sheep for it would whirl our little bodies around and around. Pawnee was kind enough to demonstrate until the person made her stop. She dinna went into the whirlpool itself, but spun in circles and made churning noises.
We visited lighthouses and went up in the tower from where we could see the grand loch Ontario. ‘Tis as big as the sea, it is. Close by we stopped at a farm where fruities could be bought. I bought a variety for me supper.
Watkins Glen has a narrow gorge with waterfalls. ‘Tis bonny! We camped in the park and could walk to the gorge. Up and down it we went. Over 800 steps! The person timed the walks so we went before and after the crowd.
Letchworth State Park is told to be the Grand Canyon of the East. Pawnee disagrees, but she still thought it quite bonny especially after the person bought her a snack. They have waterfalls there and rambles to go on.
So, there you go. Me holiday. I hope we can on another next summer. Pawnee and I are hoping to visit Arkansas. The person has not been there yet.
Your friend,
from the colonies,
Angus. McSheep.

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