About Time, I'd Think
Saturday. Plenty of sleep last night, you'd think, after getting to bed at nine and up at seven, but evidently not, as I've had at least two naps so far today. To bed early as I did have an ocular migraine sneak in around nine, nothing too severe, but giving me a better feeling for what I eat and how often I may eat it before it pulls me over the line. So no big deal, but we'll see if we can't make changes to avoid it coming again. Too soon again. Which is rationalization enough, I'd think, for a Saturday morning.
To the UPS station and back across from the farmer's market just after they opened to post the third and last camera to Nikon repair, so that's done. A nap then for about an hour. OK. You'd think that would have been enough to recharge the batteries. I'd been thinking of heading downtown to photograph whatever might happen in front of City Hall, as the Occupy Wall Street people were planning to assemble and then a march to “occupy” a vacant building they'd selected, but wouldn't identify until they'd marched there at noon.
So I pick up a camera and set out for the bus stop, the day sunny and warm. A really nice day, one more like spring than any you'd think to find in January, and I stood at the bus stop deciding finally to hell with it (two minutes before the bus was to come) to opt for the morning café and lunch. I was hungry and obviously not for pictures of marching crowds.
A bad sign?
Well, I'd think. The younger I wouldn't have made that decision. I don't care about following the Occupy movement as such (from a strictly photographic standpoint), but any gathering like this allows me to take the pictures I prefer, gatherings that are hard to find in the winter months around here.
Back from lunch to take another nap and finish editing yesterday's entry before posting, the same problems with it that I've been having. I'm not happy with the writing. Or the state of the head. Or the phase of the moon. Or something. Could be winter, which would be nice as it's going to be done and over with soon.
Late afternoon. Awakened from a nap (yes, another nap) by helicopters in the distance. Three of them, I think. I wonder what had happened, was happening with the Occupy people. They're the ones that bring the helicopters out, the police and the news. There'll be something to read in the papers tomorrow morning, it can wait til then.
I don't know. Another odd up and down day. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of ice cream. Hungry and that was the only thing that would get me up and get me out to get. A light breakfast, I guess, the waffle with the fruit. Lunch was eggs Benedict: two eggs, a slice of ham, not many potatoes and water to wash it down, not ready for any more coffee today. So I was hungry. Coffee ice cream, as it happens though. Go figure that.
Evening. The day has pulled itself together as the day often pulls itself together in the very late afternoons and into the evenings. No complaints, good evenings are good evenings. For some reason I got into copying the Oakland Holiday Parade photographs over to hereinoakland from artandlife (the idea is to break any connection between the two for no particular reason other than to eliminate confusion) and this took most of the evening.
Oh, and another police procedural at six, they evidently run them through the week and weekends, this one in German. Too much angst, I think. I watched it for the hour and a half while practicing the the guitar. Which is good, but I'm still digesting whatever that was I was watching.
I'd have thought better of it, I suspect, when I was younger and felt you needed to watch these things when they were reasonably well done, even if I didn't like the characters all that much. Or didn't sympathize with the characters all that much. I'm going to write it off to aging and becoming wiser. Might as well say you're getting better rather than getting worse when it doesn't seem to make a difference. Enough getting worse as it is, create the better balance if there's a choice.
It means there's a whole bunch of stuff out there you're no longer willing to watch anymore. Harder to find entertainment.
About time, I'd think.