Change Is Here
Tuesday. A beautiful morning, the sky clear but for grey trimmed white fluffy clouds, the attitude good having slept in an extra hour this morning before heading for breakfast, ready to finish this camera insurance thing and get on with other necessary projects.
Hup! Hup! Hup!
It does have that face in the wind eat your Wheaties quality to it, doesn't it? A danger, always, to these ups and downs in the weather and my own mercurial track record. Mercurial in the sense I go up and down, yes, but over what appear to be relatively longer periods of time.
Is that true?
I'm not sure, it just read what I've written myself and I need to think about it. Am I “up and down”? In a day? In a week? In a year? Hard to say stuck here inside looking out. Every now and then you get a jolt of reality that allows a look at yourself and you realize maybe you're missing what to others seems obvious.
We're going to drop this now, right?
Later. A drive down to a Kinko's located in the City Center to make copies of camera invoices that will go out to the insurance people tomorrow. I've not used a Kinko's before and learned you shove your credit card, in my case a debit card, into the copy machine and it totes up the total number of copies and bings your account. All to the good except I forgot to retrieve the debit card. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit.
A call to the store, yes they found the card, a bus ride downtown this time to avoid the damned parking fee (and get a little walking in) to retrieve it, treating myself to a late lunch, early dinner in the City Center for my trouble. You fuck up, you say hey, slow down, take it easy, relax, have a nice lunch, hang it up until the morning. Still, half the cameras I've bought in these last couple of years will now be insured and the other half - film cameras and the like - will be no longer covered. I'm an idiot to have let it go so long, but that's the story.
Oh, my monologue on buying a Kindle and subscribing to newspapers and the rest: I'd heard The San Francisco Chronicle was in trouble, losing a million dollars a month. I was wrong about the million dollars a month. They were losing a million dollars a week all of last year and they're talking about selling the paper or shutting it down. No more daily newspaper in San Francisco. Indeed. “May you live in interesting times.” I feel we're like the kid at the top of an amusement park slide. Change isn't coming, change is here.