Face The Music
Thursday. To bed last night around midnight after a wide awake - up and about - speed trip kicked in. OK, happened last night too for whatever reason as it's done on other recent nights. Up this morning at seven-thirty, though, to and back from breakfast before ten. A reasonable start to a morning feeling reasonably good, up for doing one or another interesting things even in this rain.
They're saying we may get snow on the ground in San Francisco Saturday morning, as much as an inch, the first time that's happened since 1978. We'll see. I was there in 1978, don't particularly remember the snow, but then I don't particularly remember things that happened to me in 1978. Can't really recall much of 2008, come to think of it.
I did do a number of black and white negative scans yesterday, having run across a number of those old photographs. That flat bed scanner arrived a couple of days ago and I scanned this one as well. I'm not sure the propriety of running it, the lady passed away in June of last year, but I'd forgotten how young she was, how young we all were back then. I don't really miss her, haven't in a long time, but I miss the idea she's not still out there living her life on her own terms, as our lives, if we're lucky, should all be lived. I still have that coffee cup, by the way, the photograph having been taken on the balcony of my old Sausalito apartment.
Interesting place, Sausalito. Back then, anyway. Haven't wanted to return, but there's a certain warm, fuzzy, making it in a glitterati world aspect to it. A place to live if you're young, have the money and want to sample a place you often see touted in the media. Not that anyone, wherever they are, isn't hunkered down in their own imagined refuge from the real world. As I am, here in Oakland.
Later. It's cold out there, it's overcast and I believe them when they say we've got rain coming for this afternoon and evening, possibly snow Saturday morning. Although I thought I'd dressed warmly for the rain, my bus ride downtown and brief walk around the City Center taught me otherwise, so I went into Peet's and had a hot mocha something or other than cost a fortune and drank it sitting at one of their inside tables, waiting until the bus was about to arrive across the street before exiting and catching it as it arrived.
We now have an afternoon of Photoshop and guitar practice ahead, this rainy day in Feb. Maybe listen to the news on television. Exciting stuff, you'd think, here across the bay from the end of the rainbow. Maybe a little sushi and sake for dinner. Might not help, but it couldn't hurt.
Later again. Well, a two hour nap. For all my we're going to do this and do that (inside today) I lay down and the lights went out, up now feeling better. I obviously needed the sleep, but I don't seem to be able to fit all of it into a proper go to bed, get up in the morning routine. Which is fine, I guess, we'll deal with it while we whine a whit. Diddle-dee-dit.
I have the B.B. King concert coming up this evening, not sure why I bought the ticket last month, but I've missed the last two concerts I've bought tickets for in advance and I'm not going to make it three. It's playing down the way at the Fox. No excuses. I'll have a drink at Mr. R's bar and listen to the music. Face the music. (hup! hup!)