Sunday. Pretty much awake when the alarm was usually set to go off, up without too much effort, off on another overcast dark morning to read the papers over breakfast. A decent start to another day, another day with no idea what I might end up doing, other than it will probably be rather like these last many days of little effort and imagination. Too comfortable (one might say) with little effort and imagination.
No real traffic when I left to return home, but still didn't go by the supermarket to pick up needed items. Things to eat and such. No thought of sake. I'll probably wish I'd thought better of the idea later when I again (manage to) get hungry. Ah, well. Nothing new in any of this, just the usual clatter of something bouncing about in an otherwise empty container.
Later. A walk to the morning restaurant to see if the waitress getting married at the end of this month is working today. Is she still OK with me taking candid photographs? Is she expecting me to show up, even if we haven't talked in the last two months? Probably not. Then again, I've not been going by the café on weekend afternoons when she's usually there on Sundays.
Not there today, I'll check with the work week waitress when I see her tomorrow. Complicated, all this.
Anyway, a walk to the café to then walk right back around the theater and on to the ice cream shop for two scoops in a cup, but no toppings. Wasn't really in the mood (or not in the mood) for ice cream, but I wanted to sit for a bit and perhaps wanted a reason to have set out in the first place.
That's a lot of justification for something that doesn't need any justification.
Well, we had to be thinking of something as we were walking. Might as well be trivial, fanciful, as something more serious.
Back just as the sun was coming out approaching noon. Out in a long sleeved shirt and a light jacket, just right for an overcast morning. More like t-shirt weather as I look outside the windows now.
Later still. Another walk over to the lake, detouring slightly to take a closer look at what they'd done Friday at the construction site. I hadn't really noticed the temporary scaffolding they'd put in place, the four by four's supporting a platform laid across it. So a couple of pictures.
Over to the lake and back, lots of people sitting on the grass overlooking the lake, a group of drummers at the white columns, a guy who looked to be in his thirties dancing to the beat and singing at the top of his lungs. I kept a reasonable distance. No pictures with maybe ten minutes sitting on one of the benches before returning to the apartment.
I'm not really antsy, but I am obviously sitting here within four walls (with a floor and ceiling) of my own making. How to break loose? What to do to break loose? No desire to travel, no desire to go out and meet people, still like to take pictures, but again, four walls, very comfortable walls that are telling me I've now been paddling in place for too long. I think.
And usually when one chapter ends there's another that falls into place. Not sure what needs to fall in place other than I suspect it's something I may now have to not only think about, but do something about before the walls, still comfortable, become more menacing.
Evening. Television programming hopeless and so to bed to check for this and that on the tablet before putting it down and continuing with Murikami's Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki.