It Works Out
I was thinking about habit and routine yesterday - something I recently heard or read had undoubtedly kicked me off - and I thought, well, this journal is both habit and routine and it's been going on for a long time. There are many other things I could be doing in the evenings, some of them useful in preparing for another job, which I keep saying is important; some of them necessary if I'm going to do anything other than carp and play Freecell after work and on weekends. So yesterday I toyed with the idea of stopping. I wrote a last entry. The end of the year, the beginning of a new year, why not? I have, after all have I not, made a resolution to start a project? And then today, rested, clear headed, I decided to try rejuvenating the photography and the writing and continue, the hell with being sensible. I'm too old for sensible. But that's today. One day I'll make that damned first step.... But today, hey, OK: I'm here, you're there. Life is weird (and wonderful).
Breakfast at the usual cafe, buy some seedless Mandarin oranges and Pippin apples at the farmer's market walking home, another walk downtown to have a chicken Caesar (and a bag of sea salt potato chips) at the Oakland City Center, a final run in the car to the frame shop to pick up two photographs when I got home. My, my. I'm pleased with the framed photographs. More will follow. People entering my apartment will suspect I shoot pictures.
The afternoon ended shooting portraits. Well, MRMcQ, who needs head shots, volunteered. I'll be surprised if the exposures are even close. Still, that's the process. First step: make errors. Second step: make corrections. Third step: buy more stuff. The world is well when the snake is eating its tail. It works out, eventually, here in Oakland.