The Pony ventured to the basement of The Book House to look for bargains. But mainly just to see the basement. To see if there was any ghostly vibe down there. He's one for watching ghost-hunting shows. Even that fakey one on The Travel Channel where the dude berates the spirits. The one I refuse to watch.
He took a few pictures with his camera. One came out totally blurred, though he swore he held his phone just as steady as he did with the other three pictures. Here's two that he found interesting.
Okay. So The Pony lacks focus. But the part of the picture he likes is the streak that comes down in front of that light. And the glare between two lights in the next picture.
The Pony enjoyed himself immensely. He burned through Ender's Game, which Sioux bought for him, between 7:00 Sunday evening, and noon on Monday. He said it was the BEST BOOK EVER, and asked for the rest of the series for Christmas. Tuesday he started one of the science fiction books he bought, finished it tonight, and asked for another. Of course I gave in. He will just have to cry on Christmas morning when there is nothing under the tree for him besides that series.
Yeah. Well. That's probably not going to happen.