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Monday 05- I did my stretches.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 40 and 60 degrees, SW winds 15 to 26 with gusts over 55 MPH, humidity around 47 percent, hazy dusty skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Tuesday: Sunny, with a high near 66. Northwest wind between 16 and 18 mph, with gusts as high as 26 mph. Tuesday Night: Mostly clear, with a low around 43. North northwest wind between 11 and 16 mph, with gusts as high as 24 mph.”
I was getting ready for my doctor appointment when Ginger dropped by with a plate of Easter dinner that she made yesterday. We sat in her truck and chatted for a while. I told her that the book “Skeleton Coast” that she brought me was really good and thanked her for getting it.
I got to the doctor’s office at the appointed time and waited for half an hour until they called my name. It was no big deal, all I needed was a prescription for a refill and I was back out to the road less the $85 they charged me.
I went to Staters Bros to get some needed groceries, got gas, got my prescription filled at Star Pharmacy, went to the library and bought four books that they had on sale, and got myself back home around 4:30.
The wind was blowing hard all day and decided not to go for my evening walk but instead read “Skeleton Coast” by Clive Cussler through to the end of the book. Our heroes, with the help of the freedom fighters, made it just in time to stop the Congo rebels from dumping millions of tons of oil into the Atlantic only after an intense gun battle to retake the oil platforms. Then our heroes find out the rest of the plan that the mad scientist has cooked up; he has bought a tanker and filled it with a substance that heats the water by some biological method. He is using it to intensify that super hurricane that he wanted the oil vapors ride in from the oil fields the rebels had taken. So the Oregon is hot on his heels and catches him in the eye of the hurricane going in cycles warming the waters to intensify the storm. Our heroes fly in a helicopter in heavy seas and wind to land on the tanker in an attempt to blow up the bow of the ship so it will sink quickly when the Oregon’s two torpedoes hit. But the mad scientist finds and takes the detonator. One of our heroes goes back on the tanker and runs after him. The taker is starting to break up from the high waves and the mad scientist falls into a split in the deck that closes on him cutting him in half. Our hero on the tanker then detonates the charges on the bow, the torpedoes hit, and the ship sinks just as the helicopter pulls our hero off the stern. The hurricane drops down to a tropical storm and doesn’t cause any damage as it hit the coast of Florida. After a spell our heroes go back to the desert and find the old ship that was lost in the 1890s filled with diamonds. Our heroes give the diamonds to the leader of the freedom movement so he can save his country from its dictators, and all is well in the world again! The end!
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 40 and 60 degrees, SW winds 15 to 26 with gusts over 55 MPH, humidity around 47 percent, hazy dusty skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Tuesday: Sunny, with a high near 66. Northwest wind between 16 and 18 mph, with gusts as high as 26 mph. Tuesday Night: Mostly clear, with a low around 43. North northwest wind between 11 and 16 mph, with gusts as high as 24 mph.”
I was getting ready for my doctor appointment when Ginger dropped by with a plate of Easter dinner that she made yesterday. We sat in her truck and chatted for a while. I told her that the book “Skeleton Coast” that she brought me was really good and thanked her for getting it.
I got to the doctor’s office at the appointed time and waited for half an hour until they called my name. It was no big deal, all I needed was a prescription for a refill and I was back out to the road less the $85 they charged me.
I went to Staters Bros to get some needed groceries, got gas, got my prescription filled at Star Pharmacy, went to the library and bought four books that they had on sale, and got myself back home around 4:30.
The wind was blowing hard all day and decided not to go for my evening walk but instead read “Skeleton Coast” by Clive Cussler through to the end of the book. Our heroes, with the help of the freedom fighters, made it just in time to stop the Congo rebels from dumping millions of tons of oil into the Atlantic only after an intense gun battle to retake the oil platforms. Then our heroes find out the rest of the plan that the mad scientist has cooked up; he has bought a tanker and filled it with a substance that heats the water by some biological method. He is using it to intensify that super hurricane that he wanted the oil vapors ride in from the oil fields the rebels had taken. So the Oregon is hot on his heels and catches him in the eye of the hurricane going in cycles warming the waters to intensify the storm. Our heroes fly in a helicopter in heavy seas and wind to land on the tanker in an attempt to blow up the bow of the ship so it will sink quickly when the Oregon’s two torpedoes hit. But the mad scientist finds and takes the detonator. One of our heroes goes back on the tanker and runs after him. The taker is starting to break up from the high waves and the mad scientist falls into a split in the deck that closes on him cutting him in half. Our hero on the tanker then detonates the charges on the bow, the torpedoes hit, and the ship sinks just as the helicopter pulls our hero off the stern. The hurricane drops down to a tropical storm and doesn’t cause any damage as it hit the coast of Florida. After a spell our heroes go back to the desert and find the old ship that was lost in the 1890s filled with diamonds. Our heroes give the diamonds to the leader of the freedom movement so he can save his country from its dictators, and all is well in the world again! The end!
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
