Sunday. I have to admit I toyed with the idea of attending the Fire Arts Festival right up the last minute last night, but finally settled on a trip to Beverages and More where I bought a bottle of joy saké which was on sale and made in Oregon by saké freaks. Having been a wine freak when I worked in Napa for a small winery in the 1980’s I feel I can recognize the breed. Oregon. Who would have thought? And, of course, I managed to drink the damned thing last night as well, which made this morning a little slow and will make life go real fast if I don't slow down with this stuff. Or had you guessed?
Still, I did quite a bit of walking late this morning and in the early afternoon. An iced cafe latte at Peets, sitting out front watching the people pass (as I did yesterday), then a bus back beyond the Grand Lake theater where I poked around the used book store before coming home. I am now sitting with the sliding glass door to the balcony open and the fan blowing cool air across my brow. Shit, if this is retirement, sign me up.
You do go on.
Although I've had times in my past, particularly in my thirties, where I took as much as a year away from work (for many reasons both good and bad) “doing other things” I'm still evidently wrestling with what this “retirement” business is about. I'm seeing little changes in my thinking and behavior, tentatively toying with projects that I've been putting off since I first picked up a camera for example. The apartment is beginning (barely beginning, but beginning) to look more like a place someone might live than a storage room at a photographer's studio. Ancient pieces of computer equipment are stacked and ready to be hauled to wherever they take these things. Where might this lead? The mind bobbles.
The phrase is “the mind boggles”.
Not my mind. Not here. In Oakland.