It's just me

Thinking this morning to do something I've never done in seven years blogging. Seven? it's going on toward eight years, isn't it, October 2010 to now, March 2018 and moving; which is to say, instead of type onto a word-processing page then copy and paste onto the blogger page, typing direct on the blogger page, why? Either laziness or to save time, being up and about with black & dark a couple hours later than usual, again, why? Been trying to get more sleep, eight o'clock to bed (seven or seven-thirty if possible), up once overnight to sacrifice to Father Nature and back to bed to sleep until five or after. As this morning, sometimes it works, happens, more often not, but making progress.

Development in StAndrews: Cabana Motel, we were hoping for a convenient, nearby motel but this morning's online news looks like it'll be other, a little shopping mall. More souvenir shops? When I was a boy, a souvenir was either a plastic shake-it-up and watch it snow, or a little flat board with a tiny palm tree shielded by a scallop shell on which was painted "Panama City Beach." Don't know what they're making and selling anymore.

Nevertheless dark when I arose, a tug boat was moving slowly by 7H, probably enroute to East Terminal to help StarLindesnes 670x106, which apparently arrived yesterday to load wood pulp, move away from the pier and get underway.

It's disappointing when the largest ships coming into StAndrewsBay slip on down to the East Terminal instead of gliding by 7H.

What else this morning - - for retired persons, an extraordinarily busy week, quickly grown too busy. My plan for today was to drive over to Apalachicola and Eastpoint but that was cut short by my medical appointment to fix damaged right ear, being changed from eight o'clock to four o'clock. Monday then.

Wishing I had a picture of our The Pontiac, but what if we'd had cellphones in the 1940s and 1950s, everything would be so different now. What about my, your, our, their, life would be other than it is this morning if I, you, we had had an iPhone, texting, camera, in 1950? Thankful I lived before.

DThos+ somewhere even farther downstream in +Time+