the weather was not bad there, and that is why I had waited until October to return for that project. My son and I also were able to go up on the mountain and do some fishing, but did not have much success at least in the way of catching them. It is always good to spend time with them, and although my grandson who I called G-man did not come with us hopefully that day will come and bad pun or not we can get him hooked on fishing. His only association with that at this time is destroying my son's fishing tackle. He does do a rather exceptional job of that.
I continue my boycott of Facebook even though I'm told that it would enhance my sales for e-books and audio books. I referred to my audio and e-books as my empire, and it has been a great source of entertainment for me to check my sales figures every day. Fortunately I had never really anticipated a huge monetary return from my writings, and had I done so my expectations would have been not met. It continues to be fun for me and for the few friends of mine who understand that I do not take it serious.
In some ways this blog is equal to what I call faceless notes, but it enables me to continue journaling and keeping that connection to myself through this particular form of art. My dictation program continues to get better, and believe that is because I am learning to speak more clearly and without the slow Texas speech that seems to confuse the program. I doubt I will become the how now brown cow speaker, but at least the program understands me if not anyone else.
This Journal will be updated onto my authors page on Amazon.com, and it seems there are many ways to link ourselves to communicate with others but it seemed so very little communication goes on. Getting older and more opinionated, and realizing my opinions are of little importance but I can't seem to shake them and must attribute it to part of the human condition.
I realize that a point will come if that has not already where I will be rambling, but rambling has served me well and on occasion it will reveal to me something that bounces around in the bone that is called my head. I recently started a new Gmail account and revived the pen name that I used in the late 70s. The pen name was Sauance Fullofit. I use that name for a column that I wrote a small publication titled Silly Times. I wrote the silly Astro cast, and some of them were beyond silly but as a way to entertain myself it served its purpose.
This stream of consciousness that my friend Michael says is what I do when I write without thinking is a pretty interesting stream at times, but when I am dictating I feel that the stream gets diverted and at times downright dammed up. There probably was a train of thought originally when I began this, but I would have to backtrack and read what that train was.
Have joked many years ago with a friend who went on to become the savior of mankind (at least in his thoughts) that we catch many trains at many stations and jumped trains from time to time. I like to try for the same region in my train travels or brain travels but on occasion will go interplanetary and wonder how in the heck did I get here.
Continuing to live across the beach here in Cayucos and recently added a new addition to my used boat /motorcycle lot. I brought my 16 1/2 foot 1974 Browning boat when I returned from Tucson. For a man who does not have very much in the way of income I seem to have been accumulating objects. Hope to get this object in the water soon, but the winds have been extremely high, and since I have zero experience in the ocean in a boat thought that I would better my chances in better weather.
This is turning into quite an entry, and I'm sure I could continue on, but my headache is about gone, and there are some things I need to do to salvage what otherwise has seemed like a very nonproductive day. It is productive in the sense that I'm still here and I'm still thankful to be here. Doesn't take much effort to breathe air, but I know that is not true and have a very young friend who sometimes has quite a bit of difficulty in breathing air. She is one of those amazing spirits that we all benefit from our knowing and knowing of her courage and wonderful imagination.
I've named the boat the Muttley pumpkin in honor of my friend Rhonda . We continue to have fun and enjoy our time.
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