Book Signing and Selling

 

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I will be selling and signing my two books of poetry at the Charles County Arts Fest on Saturday June 9, from 11am to 5pm. You can find me in spot #15, to the east (left) of the clock, that is in front of the La Plata Town Hall building.

 

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My books are only $10 apiece and remember they are ‘Made in the USA’.

 

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Weight Gain

Weight Gain

I gained two more pounds this morning, that makes nineteen pounds in 2018. Not only does it add to the difficulty of putting my socks on, tying my shoes and buckling my belt so my pants don’t fall down, it’s embarrassing to walk around with a profile like this. If you’re overweight like me, you probably already know the medical complications it can cause the body: heart disease, stroke, diabetes, high blood pressure and joint issues, just to name a few.

I always think about dieting and exercise, but normally that’s as far as it goes. When I saw the extra two pounds this morning on the scale, I immediately made a decision to go back on the Atkin’s Diets. There are other healthier diets and of course I can simply eat better, but if I had the ability eat better, I would have already done it.

As I diet, starting Saturday May 12, I will ask and encourage those of you that are interested, to join me. As we do this together, we can hold each other accountable by private messaging or phone.

Please wish me luck and follow with guiding prayers.

Jim McDonald, 5-10-2018 at weight 294.

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Wade Community Craft fair

This is what’s happening right now at Wade Community Center
Craft/Vendor Fair Extravaganza

 

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When:

Today, Saturday, March 24, 2018 9:00 A.M. to 3:00 P.M.

At:

2300 Smallwood Drive West
Waldorf, MD 20603

What:

I’m selling my books of poetry, Twilight to Son Shine & Life Changes. I also have nice 8 x 11 photos, ready for framing.

Standing with me is Imani Briscoe, who’s second in charge of this shindig. Of course you can see my buddy, Matt, behind the table. He’s very important, because he takes all the money coming my way.

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Your three words, my little story: Carols words are kangaroo, basement & lamp

Your three words, my little story: kangaroo, basement & lamp

 

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This BASEMENT reminded me of the one in Lanham, on Cordova Street. We lived there from 1960 to 1965, I was eleven when we moved from there to the farm in Hughesville.
My scariest memory of that basement was when my brother, George, and I were downstairs watching a scary movie. It was called, ‘It Came From Outer Space’. Mom called us, “It’s time to come upstairs.” The reason for calling us up, must not have been that important, because she allowed me to stay down and watch the rest of the show, while George left. It was dark outside, so it might have been close to our bed time.

By today’s standards it was not a very scary movie. But I was nine and when it was over, I was afraid to get off the couch and go upstairs. However, I eventually did.

While upstairs in the kitchen, dad noticed I didn’t turn off the basement light, he asked, “Did you forget something?”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, because I was too scared to turn it off, but what I said was, “What?”

“The basement light is still on. Turn it off.” We didn’t have a switch at the top of the stairs to turn any lights on or off. All we had were lambs. The only light on downstairs was a table LAMP, and it was all the way across the then freighting wide open space.

I can’t remember actually turning off the light and going back upstairs, but I do remember standing there with my thumb and forefinger on the knob. Afraid beyond belief, of the mad dash that laid ahead of me. In my mind, I had to negotiate a path from the lamb to the bottom step, in the dark. With tears in my eyes I called to dad, “Please dad! Please!” I don’t remember actually doing it, I just remember the fear.

That memory is fifty-five years old. This basement was wide open just like ours was, but it didn’t have a television, couch or chairs. The walls and tables were full of photos, art work, guns, mounted heads and statues.

It was an amazing room, but there was one item that was called into question. It was a stuffed KANGAROO and it had another stuffed kangaroo in it’s pouch. When Carol saw me pointing at it, she giggled and said, “Yeah, that looks out of place, doesn’t it?”

I said, “Sure does.”

“It belongs to my daughter, and she thinks it should hang around with the rest of the art…”