Beaufort, SC
The travel bug even gets you when you’re traveling. I decided I needed to head out of Charleston for a while, so I packed my camera and a notepad and headed down I-17 to Beaufort, SC. Here is what I wrote while there.
3:35 PM
I’m relaxed and fidgety at the same time. I had to get out of town, not sure why. In front of me sits rippling water, some sandy/marshy area about 500 yards ahead, and a bridge looms deep in the distance. The breeze is strong here because there is nothing to block it coming across the water. I’m sitting by myself in a rocking two seater.
I think the whole thing about work checking on your CPU usage and email sucks and isn’t fair, but as I write this, I understand where they are coming from, I guess. Not sure where that came from, but it popped up.
A lot has happened in Charleston and I have a lot on my mind. I’ve had a lot of fun, meeting tons of people, and going to a lot of fun places. I write slower than I type and my mind jumps a lot when writing. I write better than I talk.
In my writing, I rant and rave about a couple of things, but I’m not going into detail on that right now. This is me writing after the fact, at night, at 8:15 PM. basically, it’s me going off on how some people don’t get it and biting my lip.
I guess I bottle some things up. My personality is a watcher and listener, so I see a lot, but I don’t say much about it.
Enough. Back to the day at 3:35 PM. You with me? This is back in Beaufort at the pier with a pen and paper.
Beaufort is right on the water. I’m not sure what water, but it’s nice. I guess I’m going to have to find some things to do. I’m here, but all’s I’m doing is sitting in this chair writing. I don’t seem to write any characters, just stuff about me. I’m not sure if that is lack of imagination or creativity, but that’s what comes out when I write. I analyze too much and that is probably both a plus and minus.
There is a decent looking older woman down a few seats. We are both rocking and she’s on the phone. I can’t tell if she has a ring on or not. There is a father and son fishing off the pier to my left, about 20 feet away. They look like tourists. Cars are moving back and forth over their heads, on a drawbridge that’s opened a few times since I’ve been here. The sun is hitting the right side of my face. “I wonder if I’ll have a weird tan.” She doesn’t have a ring.
Today is a day to be on a boat. There is a small fleet of private boats down the right a ways in the marina. Some big, some small, but free to hit the water. What should I do? My hand is starting to hurt. I don’t normally write this much by hand.
I got up. She wasn’t as pretty as I thought. Walking down the pier there are all sorts of couples sitting, rocking and staring. It makes me wish I had a lady here with me.
End of Hand Writing
After I got up, I walked around for a while. Earlier, I had found a restaurant where a buddy of mine had raved about. I went in to see if they knew of him, he is a guy a bartender would remember. The main guy wasn’t there. I called Ryan to see if I was at the right place but only got VM.
I walked, window shopped, and wrote a few postcards. It’s pretty weird how email has eliminated my ability to know anyone’s address. I did my best and guessed at a zip code.
There was a ton of history stuff to do, but I did not want to take a tour. So I walked, sat and wrote. I walked the pier a couple of times and talked to a couple of people fishing. They were nice and told me of a few places to eat. The budget doesn’t allow for many $30 meals. Instead, I settled on a $1 Spicy Chicken Sandwich from Hardee’s.
The day was mellow and relaxing. I needed it. It’s weird that me, with no job and no responsibilities still find some things to stress about. I’m back in Charleston and the Sopranos are coming on.
Later.