Saturday. To bed early, didn't hang around later than about eight to see what might be on television. Better that way. Up with the alarm without effort, off to breakfast and back on a cold but going to be sunny morning. We are ready.
We'll futz with this computer setup of mine, see if we can't get the eight-port switch to work and then get out the door with a camera. As we always do, here in the big city.
Later. A short walk over to the lake (what else?) with a long lens to take one or two pictures, not many people out and about at nine-thirty in the morning. A walk later to the farmers market, although I'm not sure what I'll come up with in the way of pictures or novelty.
How many Saturdays have I walked through the market, over to Lakeshore and back? I guess it doesn't matter as long as it seems like a good idea at least while I'm doing it, hesitancy before starting not something to consider.
I set the cameras back to their original way of focusing and shooting. The location of the separate autofocus button, slightly different on each camera, doesn't seem to work for me and the instances where the new process seems to be better are not instances I run into often in my kind of shooting. We'll say that's the resolution for now.
Later still. Out the door again for another walk by the lake and on through the farmers market, because that's what we evidently do on Saturday mornings, thinking the only thing really wrong with the day is this aching sinus-upper palate thing. Not otherwise scattered unless aching sinuses and palates count. Like a cold? Makes you foggy? Might. There's also some pollen in the air, if I'm allergic to cats I could be reacting to it as well. In these odd and later days.
Anyway, with these thoughts I drifted on to thinking about the change in camera settings, how little I play with these or any other settings on the camera. Too caught up in a camera rut? It does influence how you shoot, why you make it a priority to adjust it to your own particular eye and habits. Maybe I've not done enough to experiment, make changes? Probably. Saying not generally means you're kidding yourself.
So one train of thought leads to another and then another. Futzing with this eight-port switch, for instance. Going through the computer area, putting it into some logical semblance of order. Believe me, I have a lot of equipment and it easily gets out of order. I can and have and often do enjoy this kind of task, why am I avoiding it (and most everything else I once did with interest when I was working)?
We'll see if we can't turn some of it around. I've always had things I've enjoyed doing when there's time and time is one thing I have plenty of (other than that thing about one day running out of time altogether). During the day time since I'm no longer working time anyway. I suspect I would have continued on longer had the company not dumped all of us out on the street at the end.
None of this foggy head, sinus, palate thing would have gotten all that much in the way when you're essentially working in a lab and a desk all day. They used me to interface with the senior executives, that wouldn't have been a problem even if they understood I was, well, occasionally not altogether there in the same room.
But still. I have things I'd like to do with the web sites. Why not set out and do them? Start? I've been to some degree fighting with the guitar, there are many different ways (I'm sure) I could be approaching it that would alleviate the problem. So let's see.
Not the first time you've gone on (and on) about this.
Persistence makes perfect. Well, sometimes it leads to action.
Evening. Aliens at eight. I may watch. Been a while since I've seen it, but given my current state of what I'll watch and what I'll not, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll go to bed early. Maybe.