I was Thinking, or Not

In the near future I am just going to travel around reviewing old taverns and inns.  I am going to start in upstate NY area, before branching out into wider areas. Of course I will have to wait until I get my license thing taken care of.  I got a bunch of fine and other things to pay off yet.  Then they is the issue of the transmission on the trailblazer.  Those are relatively minor issues, once I can get some cash stashed. I've got a storage unit full of stuff to sell, a wood stove, lots of smalls, and books.  Who reads books anymore?  What with readers from Amazon and others, ebooks are pretty much the thing.  Most of the book stores are gone, at least as far as I know.  There might be a couple of big ones left, but the little nook type places have completely disappeared.  Maybe in my travels I will do a small bit on hidden book stores too. Yes so before I went on that rant about book stores I was trying to say, I have a lot of stuff to sell.  This will give me some cash to ge

I was thinking of starting a blog, but I am not sure about what.  Seems there are a lot of them out there already, so I feel like I would just be one of millions.  How could I differentiate my blog from all the rest? I think it is a lot of hard work.  First off if you blog even twice a week, you have to create content every week.  Then you have to work the social networks, like Twitter .  To make any money, not a lot of money but any money at all, you should have an affiliate account, like Amazon or commission junction.  Then you have to build readership, you need subscribers to build brand. Mostly you have to blog about a niche someone, well a lot of someones, want to read about.  Then you have to consistently write about that niche at least a couple times a week. Then the social networks.  You have to post your post to the social networks.  I've heard good things about Instagram.  I do not own a smart phone, or any phone for that matter, so I could not say anything about it.

Lots of stuff went on today.  I got new glasses, bi-focals.  Apparently I am going blind. We went to Shamir's and spent way too much of our holiday money on feta that is to die for, and black cardamom seeds.  Then I bought cloves and all the rest of the fixings for hot buttered rum. The people at the liquor store were great.  I haven't purchased a spot of liquor in many years, and many of the brands have changed.  They provided me with a reasonable priced rum.  I have tasted it, and I do think it will work perfectly in our cocktail.  So far I think they have done me a great service. I used to know much more, but now I am just as lost as, well I was never this lost, but at least now I can see. We'll see how this goes, I will be trying to make them tomorrow. Peace JD

I am trying to post a little more, yet I still hate swipe.  I guess hate is really to strong a word.  I just do not feel like it is the same as writing.  I especially like the feel of a fine nib as it snatches out words on the page.  It is almost like I am engraving the paper with the pen, only easier. All in, I am waiting, for the light.  Not much else to do, just sit here, and watch more videos.  I can see a future for us, as slim as it is, it exist.  I like to think of the future, yet sometimes I think is there any future for us really?  I am never prepared for the worst, because no matter what happens it could always be worse.  How do you plan for that? In the meantime; I wait, I think, yea soon, not real soon, but soon, we will get a break, and the ridiculousness will finally cease to plague us. What nonsense is this, man you can tell I haven't had enough coffee.  I will try to post something more better later. Peace JD

Today is a good day, so far.  It remains to be seen how much actually gets done.  Just drinking coffee, thinking about the weather, and wishing I was somewhere else. Load up the trailer, hook up the truck, get it all done before anyone else can say what, where or why. I don't think so well in swipe.  My thoughts flow much better in ink, I think.  Still I'm trying to make it work. I really just want a place for my dogs to run without threat of death or bothering anyone.  Where can I go where we can be left alone.  Where can we go, where we can have some friends over for a nice dinner and maybe a bit of brandy afterwards? These are the thoughts that run through my head.  I don't think to much about tomorrow.  If only I can achieve some sense of peace.  Some place to call home, that is all we want, without the hassle from the neighbors, or local bureaucrats. A hot shower, some clean clothes, a stove that works, maybe even a little space to grow a few vegetables.  Oh my w

I wonder who you are, where your entitlement comes from?  What commission have you been given?  What righteous indignation do you justify your actions.  Why do you carry that cross? There is no greater calling than the goodness of man.  While I am not the bearer of such greatness within my own self as well, I recognize the lack thereof.  The gain is unknown to me.  I know not your pain and suffering.  It must be of some immense transgression that your pretty hatred stems. I will not be the bearer of your stone.  I will not been my knee to your desperation.  Your decision is an ill gotten infection of your own inadequate capability to function somehow.  I will not lie in such mire.  For this is not the truth, and I shall not be the panacea for your perceived negligence. JD