Small Treasures 4

This small treasure is a bag I pulled out of the Orkhun River in Mongolia. It was muddy and smelled a bit fishy, but I washed it as well as I could and dragged it all the way home. It is big and quilted. I turned it inside out because the lining was prettier than the brown outside. I do actually use it. I saw Mongol horsemen with bags like this. I think they keep their lunch inside their coats, so the bag must be for other stuff.
Another good small thing this day is a clear cancer check! That makes thirteen months. On the way back from the Dr I saw Don Quixote riding in the desert. He was riding an apaloosa mule. Was Rosinante a mule? Don was wearing a beat up black cowboy hat and a yellow slicker though I swear it hasn't rained in decades. He was skinny and had a face as beat up as his hat. Probably a car salesman taking a day off.
I'm reading a book about the Glencoe Massacre. Boy am I ashamed of being 7/8 Scottish. What a bunch of ruffians! Does anyone still have the surname of Og? Angus Og. I think I'll take it as my nom de plume.