I think I have a problem

I'm surrounded by books. I went out for a short drive this morning to see if there might be some odd wednesday sales, and three hours later my van is filled with 215 of them. And that was being selective. I need to slow down to make sure I can actually sell them. I'm sure tomorrow will be worse...or better.

And we're off.

So the antique store gig is on. I sold two books in the first few days with only half my shelves filled. I filled the rest today. It will be fun to see how it goes and what sells and what doesn't. Hopefully it's cash positive so I can expand. I think I may not have the optimal mix but I can adjust as i learn easily enough. I'm really hoping to have all the kinks worked out within three months and have an expansion shortly there after.

I'm still sitting on about 250 books that don't seem right for this type of venue. So I can do more, I'm thinking Abe books. I'll ponder that a day or two but I think it's time to give that a go.

Went running for the first time in quite awhile. It wasn't as bad as I feared it might be. I'll probably rest for a few days, maybe taking a walk or two before I repeat. I'm old, must be careful.

So now, I kinda have things going the way I want them to go. It's time to find that magic job that makes it all work. It will be tough. The jobs that fit don't pay well, and the ones that do don't fit. I don't need much, you'd think it'd be easier than all this.

Oh well.

Just about have another song done. I really have to figure out my recording thingy, or get the Markster to hurry up and buy the simpler one.

Another step into the wilderness.

Well tomorrow I elevate my book hoarding hobby to a new level. Wish me luck.

Can kicking

Wrote a new song with the Mark. It did make me take note of one more thing that is going from this world. Tin cans are becoming rarer. What ever shall we kick?

Mark promises he's going to buy the micro recorder soon. so maybe this one actually gets recorded. It's got a little bit of rock-a-billy swing to it. Think 'rock this town'. Fun for us because it's a bit of a departure from the introspective crap we usually write.

Took a long walk
and headed on down the road.
With a lucky strike and a can to kick,
and a path to call my own.

I stayed out too long,
and didn't go back,
left it all behind
but there's nothing I lack.
Can kickin', song whistlin' and headed on down the road.

Here I go
on my way
passing things I gave away

Can kickin' song whistlin' and headed on down the road


A sweet looking lady
that needs some company.
A great big house and shiny things,
but missing a diamond ring.

I stayed too long
'til it was plain to see,
she liked my style
but she didn't like me.

Can kickin' song whistlin' and headed on down the road.

Here I go.
On my way.
Passing things I gave away.

Can kickin' song whistlin' and headed on down the road.

Ice Cream comtemplations.

Today while eating some Rocky Road (damn Edy's for there 3$ sale) I was comtemplating just how much ice cream I could possibly eat. I determined that I could eat all of it, no matter how much that was.

That's all.