Hi, everybody, and a very pleasant good afternoon to you, wherever you may be...
I am The Mad Macedonian! Writer, Blogger, Poet, Humorist, Cyclist, Walker, Photographer, Cat Lover, Genealogist, and more!
It's day 2 of the 2011 Sit Spot Challenge, and I'm getting close to nature in middle of Huntington Beach, right in the heart of Orange County.
If you missed the start of this adventure, then check out this post, and follow the link at the end.
One great aspect of blogs like mine, and that of my Cats, Nikita & Elvira, is that we engage you in stories.
As my Sit Spot e-mail for the day explains:
"Hearing stories is an ancient part of our psyche, and something that our ancestors did consistently, especially on cold winter nights around a fire. Telling stories was also a part of that cycle and something many modern people have forgotten how to do. Telling our stories gives us reflection time, significance, and offers learning opportunities to our families and communities."
On this blog, my retired bike blog, and with the Cats, we use investigative journalism, story telling, humor, poetry, and photography, to inform, educate, entertain, and stimulate the mind.
I arrived at my chosen spot, The Amphitheatre, on this cloudy morning, to find a man walking up, and down, the steps, in a solitary exercise routine, and as he went on his merry way down the trail in the park, I sat down, and made myself at home.
As I rode my bike through the park to get to my spot I passed men, and women, young, and old, walking, or jogging, alone, or with a companion, and even several people being walked by their Dog, sometimes 2 Dogs. ;-D
I have a lot on my mind, these days, being unemployed, and unsure of my future, and taking computer classes to increase marketable skills, and to help me learn new skills that might help me do more as a writer, and blogger.
Sitting here, and watching the passing scene, is a peaceful, relaxing, way to pass the time, and I can write in my notepad, read a few passages in a book, read a section of the newspaper, or sit lost in thought, pre-occupied with sellf analysis, or giving myself an internal pep talk.
I wonder what the people passing by must be thinking about me, and my purpose here, as they gaze at me in passing?
Do they see me as, relaxing neighbor, contemplative writer, or solitary weirdo to be watchful of as they use the park trail?
Ah, to be able to read peoples minds. ;-D
Finally, my 20 minutes are up, and I head on out on my bicycle to catch the bus.