- Blog Posting Drops Off
- Money From Ted
- Ferry Interesting
- Throat Almost Better
- Bike Fixed
- Bike Stolen
- Festival Gives Hope
- NOLA to Atlanta: 35 bucks
I have recently slowed down in my blog posting.
I used to post almost (24 days per month) every day, if you were to remove from contention the Sundays when the library is closed.
I still have the Samsung laptop with the broken screen, hidden under the dock where the Natchez lands.
For a couple months the river was so high that I would have had to wade up to my knees over slippery rocks in order to get to the laptop; but, so would anybody else who might stumble across it if they moved the right rocks around...
It would be easier to blog more frequently if I ever come up with that solution in the form of a 65 dollar screen for the thing. .
Watered Down Content?
I also realize that posting every day might dilute the content of the blog; although I can usually find at least one incident to write about each day.
The converse is when I feel overwealmed by having to catch up on several days of posts; and feel that I am not doing some of the stories justice by doing Readers Digest Condensed versions of thme and not illustrating some of the details in which most of the humour, for example, might lie.
I am still trying to get the Android phone which Brian Hudson gave me; to connect up to a computer.
The library computers refuse to download the software which is on the Android which is used to connect it.
The idea (which Brian outlined to me) was that I would be able to post to my blog from just about anywhere and include photos taken on the spot.
It would make my stories more relevant and interesting to be able to do so. I might have to wait until the Samsung is fixed.
Ted Sends Money
After a text which I sent my old high school chum, Ted almost a week ago, he texted back that he was going to send some money.
I had just told him about how much of a struggle it can be here; and he wrote back "Will try to send you something," which was a pleasant surprise.
There is a fine line between telling things like they are and coming across as begging, when you text people things like "This really sucks," but Ted has a way of reading between the lines, and 50 bucks was waiting at the Western Union on Saturday.
I took the bus to the Wal-Mart ($3 round trip) and bought a new tube ($5), and a little pair of locking pliers ($2) and a couple wine coolers (3), and returned to the Quarter, where I found the bike still in the rack behind the swank hotel, fixed it, inflated the tire across the street in a garage, using an air hose which few people know about (Jesse, the grizzled old guitarist told me about it) and was on my way; able to save all kinds of time running between places.
I hadn't gotten a lock yet and so was being very vigilant of the bike while in the Quarter.
Even if I had gotten a lock, I don't think I would have manacled the thing to the fence which I lean it up against a mere 12 feet from where I sleep.
But, some time early this morning, it was taken from that very spot.
I lost my whole 15 dollar investment.
I thought I heard the distinctive sound a a bike which woke me up briefly before dawn, but assumed that it was Ron, the surfer, leaving on his own bike and I didn't stir...
I am starting to view these little spats of bad luck as little hints from the universe; suggesting that I go away from here for a while...
On July 5th, I will have my food card charged up; and will have the big music festival, the name of