Some days, like today, I wonder what the point of it all is. I'm sleepy, it is late, I may as well go to bed. Tomorrow I go to Teaism in Clayton, NY to p-lay some guitar during luch hour. Roughly 11:30- 1:30. Might be 12-2. It is a loose affair. What will come of it in the end?
I am a landlord and every 30 days I collect some rents. I am a newspaper photographer (really not the same as a photojournalist). Every 7 days I collect a paycheck. I am a guitarist and once in a while someone pays me to play my instrument. I also teach guitar and 2 days a week a few students pay me for a half or an hour of my time. A couple of times a month I manage to land freelance photography jobs. In my off time I practice guitar, try to keep up maintanence on my home in Chaumont and my rental units. Cars too. Today I spent most of my time stacking fire wood.
So that is life in the North Country.
