Their Old Tricks
Friday. Plenty of rain, this morning, nothing we can't use around here and something, interestingly, greeted with good humor by your's truly on his way to breakfast. Perhaps a product of growing up in Seattle, the long rainy days lending themselves to interesting activities inside: reading, hobbies, playing board games at an early age, drinking with friends much later. Well, not so much drinking with friends much later, what I remember of drinking with friends much later occurred in college on late summer afternoons with the skies clear and the head clouded. But I suspect I digress.
Whatever mixed attitude I had yesterday seems to have evaporated and I've had thoughts of doing this and doing that now that I'm back from breakfast, thoughts that yesterday wouldn't have lit a candle. Strange the ways of the world.
I've gone back through some of the photographs I took at the 2007 Carnaval Parade looking for suitable pictures I haven't used before and somewhat to my surprise I've found more than a few. Not sure why I passed them by in 2007. That happens, of course, going back and finding photographs you missed or didn't understand on the first go through. And it's January. Nothing wrong with summer photographs in the middle of winter, reminds you there are seasons and the one you're in, no matter how attached you've become or how badly you'd like to flee, it has brothers and sisters that live under sunnier skies and less humid weather. Well....
Later. A break in the rain around one, a walk down to have lunch at Coach Sushi, something I haven't done in months. Not sure why, other than cost. Nothing too exotic: a California Roll, an Alaskan Roll, a New York Roll, some deep fried tempura for dessert. I'm a timid consumer of sushi (Maki, in this case), although I tried most everything in the old days when fellow photographer Kenny and his wife were running the place. I had blowfish, for example, which, the story goes, if not prepared properly is poisonous and will kill you dead. Well, that was after a number of flasks of sake in another life. I'm quite happy these days with deep fried bananas drizzled over with chocolate, a little shrimp and tuna rolled up in rice on the side.
It's Ms. W's birthday, I believe. Happy birthday, Ms. W. I hope the world is turning as it should on your axis and that life goes well.
You had sake with lunch?
I kept it to a flask, ordering a small flask, they bringing me a large (I can't go in there anymore without them giving a small flask on the house as I was one of their early customers after they bought the restaurant from Kenny). Very Japanese in their greetings and goodbyes, probably more so than a crusty old character like me likes, but on this rainy afternoon in January, nice.
Later still. A nap around three and now it's six. Friday almost gone, the week almost gone and (fortunately) the rain gone: time and tide up to their old tricks.