Same Thing Myself
Thursday. To bed at a decent hour, up without the alarm at eight, to breakfast and then the supermarket and back before ten, the day bright, the temperature right. It's been sunny and warm this last week. Reminds me of California before the freeze.
Let's not get too silly too quickly. You lose enough credibility as it is.
We'll see how the guitar practice goes. I'm actually looking forward to it. My instructor said most people “give up” between the first or second month and the sixth or seventh because that's the period when you're breaking rocks. Can't play a tune, can't really string a scale together without a lot of sweat, nothing (seemingly) to show for your effort. That first month is “wow, look at this new toy!”, but fades rather quickly after many fumbling attempts at playing, say, the F chord, and the enthusiasm doesn't crawl back until you can noodle through something simple that sounds like music. Whatever. Here, however, we're making progress. (Hup! Hup!)
I'm never sure if you aren't trying to sell something to yourself with this crap, living in a kind of backwater “all is as it should be” dream.
“Life is but a dream....” Said the old man on the mountain in chapter seven of The Work, I believe. Might have been chapter eight. The Harptones sang of similar sentiments.
At least you can tell we're in a good mood at the moment.
Later. A sore muscle or two, but I got out the door and walked down to the local post office to mail the photographs I took Sunday, then walked around the block to buy some CD writing software from the local computer store (not sure what they sold me, but it came on a disk they burned as I waited, no serial number required, ten bucks out the door, you can probably get it free off the web), then walked around the same block again to have a bagel with cream cheese outside at a table at Noah's. About a mile and a half altogether.
Why so tired? Well, not tired, but why the one or two sore muscles? I've done more recently, some two miles plus just yesterday. (hup! hup!) Still, it feels good, even with some of the double vision as I was walking, feeling an interest in doing this or that this afternoon. Plenty of moldy old this and that's on the to do list, let me tell you.
Later still. My, my. For some reason, perhaps because when I installed the DVD writing software earlier it didn't work, I cleaned up my two haven't been used now for years Dell computers, moved my external DVD writers to them from the main machine, one to each, updated their Windows (XP) software (a pain the the neck), cleaned up the computer area in general and patted myself on the back. Well, that's what I've done just now, patted myself on the back.
No reason to go into detail, but the head feels better than it did earlier out walking, not that it was all that bad even then, the eyes seem alright, no sign of the recurring late afternoon, early evening ocular migraines, as it's six and I'm still flying fine. Celebrate with a little sushi and sake? (Why did I just write that? I wasn't thinking of doing anything like it.)
What the hell. The week goes along. The days pass. The calendar says I don't really have anything coming up through the end of the month. A Photoshop class in the evening on the 26th, I need to be in town for that, but otherwise with the exception of a Flower Fair I have marked down on the calendar in San Francisco this Sunday, there's nothing that says I couldn't take a small trip.
Do you have any idea how many times you've said that and then done zip?
I was thinking the same thing as I wrote. Maybe the sake and sushi was a better idea than I originally thought.