Sunday Morning outside the BSM

Not exactly scenic.

 

Sunday 7:55 AM

 …a fifth seeks escape by recasting himself in the mould of a ´personality’…

Sunday 5:32 AM

 

It rained last night. Surely, you realize by looking at the photo.

Today, an easy morning. I start a fund raising shift at 10:00 AM at a place close to here.

It rains in summer as well as winter.

Saturday 8:12 PM

 I going to bed soon.  My Mom asked me if I had eaten.  I lied and said I did.

Killarney

 I had a horrible day fund raising in Killarney. The location I was at had great traffic but the spot where I set up my table was bunk.  I show you why at the bottom of this post.

Killarney seemed like a nice town from what I saw of it.  Unfortunately, the seven and a half hours of the seven and three-quarter hours I spent in Killarney were spent looking at a parking lot:

As I left the town at the end of my shift, I took these photos:

Now, why was my fund raising so bad?

I had to be outside which put me in more of a bad mood than I already was.  And, my table was at this spot:

The store entrance and exit is on the other side of the pillar.  Most of the shopper traffic was entering and exiting the store from the other side of the pillar.  So it wasn’t coming by my table. Most of the shoppers who did come by the table had their backs to me.  So I was able to make eye about two percent of all the shoppers who went to that store.  I was seething the whole day.

I worked seven and a half hours straight.  I didn’t take my lunch break.

Driving to Killarney

 #10 South.

#23 east.

#18 South.

Saturday 4:57 AM

 I am up before the alarm today.  I had a hard time sleeping or staying asleep.

Friday 8:20 PM

 As fire is kindled by bellows, so is anger by words.

As fire is kindled by bellows, so is anger by words.

Tomorrow: Killarney.  I hope my teenage son comes with me. 

BSM Food Court

 Drinking a rooting tooting root beer.

Friday Mass

 My son Tony accompanied me.