Wednesday. What did I watch last night on the tablet? One or two things that soon became stale and so lights out at a decent hour, awake thirty minutes before the alarm (again) to get up and set out for breakfast. Breakfast over the papers, the usual walk back to the apartment, the usual snapshot of one of the flowers (well, two, but the target is the one that's almost in focus), the sun bright, a nice day ahead.
You know, more effort and you might get the exposure and focus right just as a real photographer might.
In another life.
A haircut scheduled for eleven and so maybe a bath before I set out, maybe lie down for thirty minutes. Maybe, maybe. We'll know soon enough.
Later. OK, a bath, a bus to the ATM on Broadway to then luck out and meet one of the free buses to 14th Street arriving fifteen minutes early for the haircut. My hair stylist was ready and so a haircut and then another bus back to the apartment house construction site stop to take the usual set of pictures. A nice day, the air cool, the sun warm, the day ahead to work on the #ShutDownA14 web pages, posting them to HereInOakland and artandlife just before four this afternoon. Good. I'd say, anyway.
Wondered what I was going to do with myself once I'd gotten home from the haircut, but then immediately got lost in processing the web pages and the apartment house photographs, no more thoughts about how to fill in the day. Which is good, I would guess. Be strange if you were known as the old guy always out there with a camera taking pictures and then found out he didn't get off on taking pictures.
A couple of minor lapses of memory, though. Odd to see how many, um, “typos” turned up by the spell check, typos not caught when doing the writing. More than in the past? I suspect. Similarly left the stove on under a damp, but empty pot on the stove. I usually turn it on for something like a minute, often less, to dry it thoroughly before stacking it back in the cupboard. What was it that deflected my attention? No damage, but one day..., well, who knows?
Evening. A Death In Paradise episode at eight, which I watched, one I hadn't seen before but followed the time honored pattern of revealing the who done it and how he/she done it to the group of suspects gathered together at the very end. Same structure every episode, but it's obviously not a problem with moi, discerning Mr. Tablet moi.
Dale Jamieson's Reason In A Dark Time (why the struggle against climate change failed - and what it means for our future) arrived late this afternoon and so we'll start the book, forgo the tablet and see how long the book is able to hold my interest. Sounded good when I found it referenced in a New Yorker article, the author suggesting even with the title it wasn't really a downer. Be nice to find a way to start up the reading again.