Dinner Is Finished
Thursday. Another clear sunny day, by the way, to breakfast about half an hour later than habit. What can be said? Gas at the station across from the café dropped two cents, one assumes that's good. I'm totally out of pictures, but that's a plus if it gets me out on the street. The San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade is coming up the weekend after next and there's lion dancing going on in Jack London Square on Sunday. We need something in between, but then we always need something in between, here in Oakland.
The (self) portraits I was planning yesterday are at the top of today's list. Yes they are, although I notice the morning is pretty much gone without any traction. Well, I have two loads of what will be seven loads in the wash at the moment, so I'll give myself some leeway here. If I do buy a condo one day, I'm buying one with a washer and a dryer, preferably in the bedroom. The difference of a set of stairs and the need to keep on top of the washing - you can't just leave them sitting there for an hour while you go shopping - compared to doing them in the apartment is the difference between doing laundry as a dreaded task to doing laundry on the fly similar to washing out, say, your coffee cup. Or something like that. One of the few things in life that doesn't require an explanation.
Do you think people come here to read about laundry?
You're missing the concept of the online journal: total quotidian immersion to the point of writing about kitty cats (and I'm OK with that).
Later. It's now later in the afternoon and the last load of laundry is in the dryer coming out in another twenty minutes. Thank god. Of course I have to fold it, pair the socks and put them in their various drawers and hang them on their hangers, but we have the next few days to accomplish it. (Yes, I'm kidding.)
I've been reading the chapters in the picture framing books on how to calculate margins and the like for individual prints and tracking down the original scans of the three images I want to start with. I figure if I have the measurements in place I can order the frames themselves cut to the proper lengths and then cut the mats and put them together on the day the mat cutter and the various necessary additional pieces of equipment arrive.
Which means you haven't taken any portraits yet.
Well, that may well be true, but the day isn't over.
Later still. No complaints, a good day. I did mount the specialized lens I wanted to try on a camera and discovered there are issues to go over with Nikon. I seem to be doing something wrong. Still, given the laundry (including all the folding and filing), the progress with the first three photographs I want to frame, the hour or so futzing with the camera (tracking down the lens manual to figure out what all of the buttons and switches are about) I'm pleased. Really.
Are you trying to justify yourself? The sign of a less than robust self image. Why even mess with it?
I'm doing good. A bit hungry though, even though dinner is finished.