I was making travel plans today in my head. I looked for a list of every country on the planet. I found a list of them in alphabetical order. Once I get things in order in my own life and the pandemic is under control I’d like to visit those countries just for travel and adventure. I have plans to go to college for a few classes if not a degree but to at least say I went to college as a student and not as just a community member. I had my student ID and i am excepted. I need to correct myself in my personal life and become a better person everyday somehow someway. After I am done typing I am going to check my student account on the university website. I was able to chose classes the other week and put them in my shopping cart. But now I cannot do that. I am now going to end this post. Good luck out there.

Little sally went to the grocery store to buy some apples. On the way she found a book. She began reading it as she walked. She ran into a fence post she didn’t see since she was walking while reading. Silly Sally. How could she walk and read anyway? She was glad she didn’t go to far from home before she ran into the fence post. She hoped she could make it to the grocery store in a few minutes time. It wasn’t far away. She did finally make it to her destination. Once she was in the grocery store with her newly found book she searched for her grocery list. She found it in her coat pocket.

She read her item aloud from the list to her self. “Apples'” she said. She went and got her apples, paid and walked out of the grocery as quickly and politely as possible. She got home and found her place was ransacked by robbers. “Thieves!,” she yelled. Nothing was left untouched. Her entire place was no longer in good condition. The thieves took all of Sally’s valuable belongings including her jewelry. She wished she hadn’t left the door unlocked. She never experienced such a horrible event before, which is why she felt it was safe to leave her door unlocked.

Now she had to clean up her place and leave her apples and new book for another time.

When I started this blog, I only had my small computer from a dear friend of mine. I had two other friends writing almost daily on their blogs. It was a hoot. Now I struggle to blog. But I think things will pick up because my friend helps her friend with her blog. Blogging is a great time killer and a fun thing to do with friends.

A dragon rises into the air. He sees his prey. He then drops down to ground level and blows his fury toward his prey. He cooks them alive. After word the dragon eats a feast of roast humans, pigs, cows, and horses. Fried meat is the dragon’s diet. He enjoys his feast over an eight day period. He then goes up into the air and searches for more unsuspecting victims.

Is this really a topic for discussion?

I am writing for writing’s sake currently. I want to write and seem busy as ever. I am busy but need a topic to chat about. I am not sure what to write about really since a lot of people have written about many things before.

The silliness is amazing enough these days. I can’t even explain how absolutely silly things are. I would love to explain and even be able to explain but it isn’t possible. I would like to write for hours and hours about this silliness that I am trying to describe but failing all the while. Writing about a silliness that is unexplainable is quite frivolous and really quite down right silly. Commence silliness.

Blocked is my writing. My writing is blocked. How can I write when my writing is blocked? A question that needs answering. Blocking of writing is of course not fun. Writing can only be done when it is not blocked. Obvious enough.

Hello there. Doing my best to write. Typing is more like it. Writing would be on paper. Since this is not paper and on a computer with a keyboard I would officially be typing.

Since typing is so much fun and way more beautiful than writing on paper. I will commence the typing and continue since my typing skills have indeed improved over the years. I still hunt and peck and do all sorts of bad typing habits.

However I make the best mistakes when I am under pressure. There are no mistakes, just happy accidents. Like Bob Ross used to say. Creative writing is so much fun because the computer screen is my canvas, so I get to make and break the rules here.