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January 4, 2014

Upset Myself
Saturday. And so back from the dentist's office, the teeth clean, the sun shining and no pictures in the hopper for today's entry. Same as yesterday.

To bed last night at a decent hour, up with the alarm to head off to breakfast on schedule, returning to the apartment with but half an hour to prepare whatever before driving to the dentist's. Easy enough to do, no great effort involved, but some push back against the whole idea. Again, not sure why, not sure I want to know.

Still, a nice morning, we'll head out over to the farmers market at least and take one or two pictures and see where the day goes from there. I need more band-aids for guitar practice so there are no barriers to heading downtown with a task in hand. Odd all around.

Later. A walk heading out too early for the bus and so on along the lake and then through the farmers market to the ice cream shop at Lakeshore for a scoop of ice cream with sprinkles on top. One can always get one's head around ice cream with sprinkles on top.

A walk to the bus stop across from the Grand Lake theater to head downtown to pick up the band-aids (two boxes for seven dollars), one with extra padding to see if they might not work better with the guitar. A walk over to the City Center to see what was up, found them taking down the Christmas tree and decided to catch the next bus home. So much for errands for the day, time for a nap.

Later still. An hour's plus nap: good. Up to watch more Netflix distractions, cook spaghetti for dinner and then, well, watch more Netflix stuff. Which undoubtedly turns your mind to mush. It does.

As opposed to television, cable and first run movies at the local theaters?

I did watch the first fifteen minutes of Some Like It Hot at eight. I saw it the first time in the theater in 1959 when it was released. Hot stuff for 1959. Funny, clever, Marilyn Monroe (after all). Tony Curtis. Jack Lemmon. Managed but those first fifteen minutes before turning it off.

I suspect it's just I'm no longer a part of today's culture and have lost most of the earlier cultural outlooks I once identified with. Rather like the foreign movies I've for some reason been watching, attracted to the fact they're made with different cultural standards, in many ways very different ways of looking at life. I do have movies on the shelf I haven't watched now in years, ones I liked enough at least at one time to buy. I could try one if I really wanted to upset myself.

The photo up top was taken today at the lake with a Nikon D4 mounted with 24-120mm f/4.0 VR Nikkor lens