It tells me I’m not complete till I write my journal. Not feeling and never having felt that I have writing skills, I have neglected this part of my profile. The rules and regs call this similar to a blog. I don’t even really know what a blog is. This is a new term in the last year or two but AARP seems to describe, to me and my memory from when I read this some time back, as a diary. Something we might do daily. Now, that I can do, but then I read that I must make facial expressions as I tell my storys to make them more interesting. I read things like Regina’s (Gina) piece in The Coffee Shop (one of our groups) and I think, Ray, you can’t write like that Lady and don’t you wish you could. Anyway enough.
Today, I rode my bike to Galveston and had a cup of coffee at Starbucks which is something I enjoy doing and I can sit outside and watch the people coming off the Carnival cruise ship Ecstasy or returning to the ship.
I continued to read a novel written by one of my classmates named Cisco 3. Clenny Terrell, whom I went to school with, wrote this book and I must admit, I’m quite taken with it. The book is available from Amazon.com or from the publisher Tate Publishing. I spent part of my morning reading the book sitting outside and also people watching. The cruise ship terminal is just across the street and I'm able to watch everything from the taxi's waiting for fares to the ship mates and the travelers parting or boarding the ship.
Quite often I will ride to Galveston for a cup of coffee and watch the world go by and reflect on what is and what could be. It was a good day.
Ray