Monday. Slept in til eight, a long bath, a slow morning reading the papers in bed, a bowl of Cheerios (with Strawberries), a drive over to Fairfax to have lunch with Ms. A, a detour on the way back to have the car washed and filled with gas. Pretty long day for a Monday, don't you think?
A bit warm, by the way. I have no idea how this may be affecting the wildfires that are burning north and south of us, although I'm hearing Sacramento is warning everyone to keep their children (and their lungs) inside. Just what you want to hear as the mother (or father) of a young child. I think if I were to hear “Sacramento calling” I wouldn't answer. They were saying it would reach ninety degrees today here in Oakland and I do believe it did.
So what to say? It's warm, yes, I mentioned that, evening approaches. No real thought to get out of the apartment and brave the sun although I wouldn't mind walking down past the Grand Lake Theater to confirm that I have the correct price of gas currently selling at the Chevron station posted above. A more “trivial” than the usual run of the mill lists of “trivial pursuits”, don't you think? Still, it gives me a reason to set forth with a camera, who knows what might pop up as I walk? A flock of racing seagulls, eyes bloodshot, winging at high velocity just three inches above the pavement? A famous baseball player, eyes bloodshot, sneaking out of the apartment of the even more famous much reported Hollywood starlet who just happens to live down the way above Gold's Gym? The Church of the Unknown Gladiola, bloodshot and burning, silhouetted brightly against smoke shrouded Oakland hills? These are all more than possible, perhaps all of them all at once, given a vivid imagination and a large enough budget for special effects.
You've lost it and all of us with it.
Yup. Happens more and more often these days, don't you think?