A Slack DAy

Just thinking of interesting places. This is the Devil's Tower in Wyoming.

Also thinking of interesting faces. Some may recognize this one, a fellow Blogger. Yes it is Woody (Of old Woody's Boomer Page) from Upstate New York. Right now he and Anna Mae are in Florida enjoying the sunshine (Which we hope to be doing in about a week)

I am just sitting here wondering what to put on the Blog this evening. I should be writing on the novel S’gar (just say Esgar) but am not in the writing composing mood. Sherry is across the table reading blogs. And playing her regular solitary card games. I have been on a Forum I take part in and have been reading the Thankful Blogs that most folks put on. I have a canned blog entry I will put on one of these days, this just did not seem like the day.

As an ‘ass’piring author I am learning that truth, history and advice are much easier to write and give than fiction. Fiction is a lot like lying (lol) it takes some planning and thinking. You have to remember what you said about character ‘A’ earlier, because you do not want to repeat it or contradict yourself. You get caught in a lie. LoL

When you get too many characters sometimes it is hard to remember some of the names. Too many names are not good; the work gets too busy. It helps me if I can say ‘the boss’,‘a man’, the lady etc without using names especially when they are not going to be part of the main cast. When I am in the mood, I can get into the story. I hate to make myself write, and then it is not fun.

My first Cousin Ken came over for a visit today. We had a good visit. I strain to hear and one on one I can do all right. Ken has spent his life in the carpet business. He was talking about his time in Saudi Arabia. He said the Carpet plant was the most modern he had ever seen. He started talking about orders of 100-200 rolls of carpet to the Saudi princes. Of course I had to ask,”What in the heck do they use that much carpet for, it doesn’t take that much carpet for the tents I am sure.”

He explained that Saudi Arabia is a welfare state. The Arabs do not work. They are furnished a carpeted place to live(everything belongs to the princes) , and given money. The Saudi family gets $10,000 when a child is born. He said a man’s grandfather may have worked driving camels etc, but his father never did and he himself will never work. Work is beneath them; all work is done by foreigners, Indian, Pakistanis’, Africans, and Americans or from the Pacific Islands. That is why they can stop and pray five times a day.

Thanks for coming by the log,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Southern humor….
A senior at Louisiana was overheard saying ... "When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana . "

When asked why, he replied, "I'd rather be in Louisiana because everything happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the civilized world."