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February 4, 2014

Drought Stricken
Tuesday. I did watch Scott & Bailey last night and I did get to bed at eleven, but got up with the alarm without effort to head off to breakfast on an overcast morning. They're saying “partly cloudy” today with a chance of rain tomorrow and then sun for the rest of the week and through the weekend.

Anyway, feel pretty good after yesterday. Now to finish the section for both HereInOakland and artandlife, the matter of another hour, before heading off to the guitar lesson. I'll skip lunch in case it might lead to an ocular guitar lesson. Don't want no ocular guitar lessons.

Later. And so the morning has gone, finishing up and posting the photographs before taking a (very) short walk by the construction site at the base of my hill and then over to the lake to find little to nothing going on. Few birds, a bit cold, although the sun was shining.

I noticed they'd gone to the trouble of painting over the not overly clever graffiti on the temporary fence they've erected at the apartment construction site. Not sure it's worth the effort. Ugly without being offensive, it probably wasn't worth the expense of painting them over unless they've figured a way to keep the taggers away (which I doubt).

Otherwise some guitar between now and the lesson. An email from my teacher delaying today's lesson for an hour, no problem with that, gives me more time to avoid going through the songs again before I set out. Well, not really. We're ready enough, confident enough, fairly clear headed and coherent. What can go wrong with that? Eh?

Later still. To the bus stop with the camera and the guitar to wait on the bus. And wait, and wait, and wait. No bus. No lesson. Hmm. We'll catch the earlier bus in the future in case this happens again and use those extra thirty minutes to have lunch before the lesson. You learn something new every day whether you want to or not.

Anyway, we've rescheduled the lesson for this coming Friday - fine, I can do that - and go from there.

Cooked spaghetti (with red clam sauce) for dinner at four, watched another Netflix movie with the news running in the background and got in a short guitar practice through what remained of the afternoon. We'll get to bed early unless that Italian detective thing I notice on the schedule that starts at nine keeps my attention. Two hours long, runs until eleven. Life in the half assed fast lane.

Evening. Nothing on television until nine, maybe to bed, maybe to watch that Italian detective episode, a series I'm not familiar with. Maybe hope, since I've had my differences with other Italian detectives, that I'm able to bail on this one and get to bed by ten. This day has been a pretty good day straight through, the head as clear as it gets anymore, the attitude reasonably good too. Doodle-dee-do. Here on the globally warming drought stricken coast of California.

The photo up top was taken at the Anti-Fracking demonstration Monday at the Oakland Federal Building with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.