Out To Sea
Friday. As mentioned, to bed well after ten last night to get an uneven night's sleep, getting up after shutting off the alarm at six-thirty, off to breakfast and back to take an hour's nap. Feeling a little funky. Must be Oakland.
What doest that mean?
I don't know. Life in the fast lane. Two alcoholic beverages yesterday afternoon, corn beef hash this morning, two foods on the ocular do not eat list, a light brush with somthing that brought on the thought of an ocular migraine in the woods, if not the event itself this morning, that was cured just now with a nap. So we'll leave it at that.
Later. Up after another short lie down, out and over by the lake, the world coming together - slowly, but coming together - the sun out now and a walk on down to (where else?) the morning café for ice cream and coffee. We are back in our rut groove.
I did get in quite a bit of practice yesterday, the guitar, for some reason sounding quite a bit better than in the recent past. Do you improve after taking a week off? We'll see, I'm going to give it a good show today, see how it sounds one day later, better than it did the one time I played it in Portland through the little Pignose amp, though. A bit rougher than I remembered it to be the last time I was up there playing through the Pignose and its five inch or so speaker.
And you expected?
I obviously remembered something other than what I'd the last time I'd played, the last time I played it through the Pignose on the road. Could it be my memory is faulty? Have I gotten lost in the woods?
Do bears play ring around the rosy in the woods?
Well, at least our communal attitude seems to be improving.
Later still. OK, about an hour on the guitar as the news was running in the background, another hour plus on the computer going through pictures taken over this last week, most of them those that hadn't been run through Photoshop on the laptop while I was on the road, a few that were, but I wanted to see if I couldn't do better on the larger home computer and screen. Some turned out better, some I'm less sure.
The Friday six o'clock Italian police procedural was watchable, so some guitar along with that. It didn't sound as good as it did yesterday, but that's probably me and not the amp. Or the guitar. Or whatever. A decent day, so far, let's hope that ocular thing I spied on the horizon earlier was just that, an old malady putting out to sea without a ticket back.