May Not Be
Saturday. A pretty good night's sleep, I'm guessing. Up anyway with the alarm with no great effort, the fuzzy headed aching sinus thing of last night gone (as it usually is) in the early morning, not that the evenings have experienced very much of what happened with the sinuses last night. We'll call it a one-off and not worry until it happens again.
Just one of those things?
Just one of those things.
A trip by the supermarket on the way home to pick up dry pop popcorn (we've been out), spaghetti (we were getting low), cereal, non-fat milk, frozen peas, cottage cheese and sake. For this evening. The sake.
And why the sake?
We were at the supermarket.
The Cherry Blossom Festival starting today in Japantown. I thought I'd heard them say a chance of thunderstorms later this afternoon, but the sky looks good, some sun, so we'll assume all will be well and get ready to set out before noon. Something other than pictures of construction machines in the offing!!
Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway, a walk the two short blocks to BART, a train to the Montgomery Street station and then a bus to Japantown: one, two, three and four. So far very good.
Arrived after eleven, the festival having opened at ten, too early I'd say although it seems to have worked out fine. Lots of people by noon and, having gone through the photographs, enough pictures for what I'm guessing will be two sections on the web.
The weather proved docile. A light jacket and a sweater over a long sleeved shirt to start, definitely nippy enough to be required. Wore it through all the shooting and then took the sweater off (putting it in the back pack) after lunch at the Korean restaurant and continued in the light jacket. Fine.
The lunch, however, was interesting. I've often had lunch at this restaurant when shooting in Japantown, the woman behind the counter recognizing me as she has in the past: the guy with the two cameras. I'd had some frozen yogurt earlier, another place I often visit during these events, and debated eating at all after the yogurt, but had lunch along with one of their single serving bottles of sake.
Why did you do that?
I don't know. It seemed right. Ate the lunch, drank most of the sake (the sake too expensive to do it again) and, as said, shed the sweater and went out again to continue shooting briefly before catching a bus on Geary to start the trip back home.
Felt fine, Photoshopped three or four pictures before stopping to take a nap, up now in the early evening. Odd day with that odd choice for lunch that could have lead to unpleasantness, but all is well. There in S.F., here in Oakland.
Evening. And so, lunch having been survived, we'll leave the sake we picked up earlier at the supermarket for another evening, cool the jets and do the pictures (with some time in there somewhere on the guitar). Maybe check to see what may or may not be on television.