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Sunday 18- I did my stretches; rest day.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 57 and 83 degrees, SE winds at 2 to 10 MPH, humidity around 17 percent, hazy skies later in the day.
According to the National Weather Service: “Monday: Partly sunny, with a high near 79. Calm wind becoming south southwest between 12 and 15 mph. Winds could gust as high as 22 mph. Monday Night: Partly cloudy, with a low around 54. Southwest wind between 10 and 16 mph, with gusts as high as 23 mph.”
Yes it is a rest day for me! I just kicked back and tried to do absolutely nothing. I did some cleaning of my files getting rid of duplicates and old downloads that are not good any more. I called a few friends and some called me.
I had a few false starts on picking the next book to read; Terry Brooks “A Knight of the Word” but after a chapter I put it down. A longtime ago I read “The Sward of Shannara” series that he wrote, but his newer books just don’t do it for me. Then I read a chapter of “Point of Origin” by Patricia Cornwell. I like her style of writing but I wasn’t in the mood to read a grisly gruesome story. I started to read “The Golden Orange” (1990) by Joseph Wambaugh, and wow! This guy can sure tell a story! It’s about a police detective who after fifteen years on the job was injured and forced to retire, wife divorced him and left him with nothing, and then he turns to booze. He got a job as a ferry captain and was piloting drunk across the channel in Newport Harbor and decided to join the Christmas boat parade hijacking everyone on board; it’s in all the newspapers. He gets arrested, goes to trial, but the judge goes easy on him. He is on a downward spiral sitting in a local sleazy bar when a rich lady comes and sit next to him. She invites him to dinner at her yacht club at the marina. Things are starting to look up for our self-destructive detective, maybe.
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 57 and 83 degrees, SE winds at 2 to 10 MPH, humidity around 17 percent, hazy skies later in the day.
According to the National Weather Service: “Monday: Partly sunny, with a high near 79. Calm wind becoming south southwest between 12 and 15 mph. Winds could gust as high as 22 mph. Monday Night: Partly cloudy, with a low around 54. Southwest wind between 10 and 16 mph, with gusts as high as 23 mph.”
Yes it is a rest day for me! I just kicked back and tried to do absolutely nothing. I did some cleaning of my files getting rid of duplicates and old downloads that are not good any more. I called a few friends and some called me.
I had a few false starts on picking the next book to read; Terry Brooks “A Knight of the Word” but after a chapter I put it down. A longtime ago I read “The Sward of Shannara” series that he wrote, but his newer books just don’t do it for me. Then I read a chapter of “Point of Origin” by Patricia Cornwell. I like her style of writing but I wasn’t in the mood to read a grisly gruesome story. I started to read “The Golden Orange” (1990) by Joseph Wambaugh, and wow! This guy can sure tell a story! It’s about a police detective who after fifteen years on the job was injured and forced to retire, wife divorced him and left him with nothing, and then he turns to booze. He got a job as a ferry captain and was piloting drunk across the channel in Newport Harbor and decided to join the Christmas boat parade hijacking everyone on board; it’s in all the newspapers. He gets arrested, goes to trial, but the judge goes easy on him. He is on a downward spiral sitting in a local sleazy bar when a rich lady comes and sit next to him. She invites him to dinner at her yacht club at the marina. Things are starting to look up for our self-destructive detective, maybe.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
