A Chinese Restaurant
Sunday. Some dark clouds in quite a bit of blue sky, the sun rising and poking through now that I'm back from an early breakfast, a good night's sleep last night, the day ahead. Maybe another walk around Jack London Square later this morning, something to get me out of the house and get my walking in. If I'm going to go under the knife next month I don't want to goof off on the exercise. Even though I'll goof off on the exercise.
Later. A walk about half way to the downtown not having any thought there was anything I wanted to see or do there, this thought coming to a head as I turned the corner onto Broadway and reversed my direction to walk back home with a stop for lunch at The Old Place, a dim sum restaurant close to my apartment. The back aching a bit after I'd been walking for a while so I must have gotten something out of it, a walk of perhaps half an hour. So give me a gold star and a couple of claps, I guess, here in Oakland.
An odd thought or “feeling”, really, as I was sitting, looking at some of the other customers at their tables envisioning how I might photograph them. Well, the women anyway. Now this might not be so odd, you're thinking, and it isn't. I have these thoughts all the time and I go on interminably about them here. That's why I called my moment of epiphany at the restaurant more of a “feeling” than any thought I might be having. I got the “feeling” that something had been lifted and I had turned a corner somewhere in the middle of the lettuce with minced chicken. So we'll see. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but if these “feelings” become more common they may be a sign something is coming. If nothing else it felt good, that “feeling”, sitting there in a Chinese restaurant in Oakland on a Sunday.