Saturday Afternoon. A long relatively clear headed walk down to Jack London Square and then back, walking until the back told me it was time to sit down at a stop and wait for a bus. Good. Picked up a sandwich at the local 7 - 11 look alike and now I'm sitting at the computer watching Ms. Emmy york her cookies on the living room rug. My Zen lesson for the weekend.
Later. Two of the DVD's for the second season of The Wire arrived today and I'm finding them just fine. The Wire was running for five years and I'm finally watching it for the first time? How rude. How crude. I need to pay better attention to current commercial cable culture. Non-cable is dead I say with a smug look on my face knowing little or nothing about it. Most of cable I suspect is dead too except for experiments/flights of talent such as this Wire business.
All right, all right. You like the damned series. Get on with it.
Sunday. The Cherry Blossom Festival parade started at the rather civilized hour of one this afternoon, so I was able to get up, have a leisurely breakfast down at the usual café, put together a couple of cameras and arrive at San Francisco City Hall at eleven, many people I recognized from earlier parades having already arrived. So I shot pictures for an hour an a half, returned to Oakland on BART and drove home feeling much better (physically) than I did last year. Which, if I may say, is good. Oh, and I posted some of the photographs. As a whole I'm not sure they're very good. One or two are nice, hard for one or two not to turn out, but I had the feeling the crowd was somewhat smaller, the number of opportunities for photographs fewer and perhaps my attitude and stamina, although good, weren't up to the project. Just a thought, but thinking occasionally leads to trying something different.