Monday. Yesterday, for all my going on, I did accomplish stuff. I assembled, for the first time, all of the various battery chargers, new batteries and the like I've put together for the strobe lights and recharged all of the fifty-six batteries required within the hoped for two hour target. (We are, after all, thinking of going to Portland this week.) All this while I puttered around writing and listening to the Bill Moyer's PBS program. Hmm. Who's he interviewing? Hmm. He's written a book? Hmm, I can download it in a minute to the Kindle from Amazon? Which I did. And spent a good two or three hours reading the first chapters last night, sipping on a bit of Jack Daniels to keep my mood mellow without overly fuzzing the brain. That's nice, that's progress. A little dangerous with the whiskey, of course, even when you plan ahead and buy the 100ml bottle.
Morning now, overcast, cool, an early breakfast at the usual place, a new week ahead, the temperatures expected to get in the mid seventies later. Finish that book, maybe, futz about here, do the laundry? Relax, don't think too much? Eat a peach, eat a plum? The usual melange of weird old left coast hippie stuff.
Later. An hour's nap, which, I suspect, means my body isn't altogether with this getting up before six business; a walk down to the post office to mail a necessary item; a walk back and, my goodness, it's noon and the sun is just now poking through the thinning clouds. How bout that?
Later still. With noon a bus ride downtown, a walk around the area carrying a camera with a 180mm F 2.8 lens, something you wouldn't normally carry unless you were sure you'd be shooting things in the distance, but carried today just to shake up my seeing of things as I was walking, all of this resulting in a single picture of no particular note to say I'd shot at least one.
Read more of the book I downloaded to the Kindle, The Evolution of God by Robert Wright, interviewed by Bill Moyer's on PBS yesterday. The early chapters have given me a better perspective on earlier, what are called hunter-gatherer deities and chieftain deities, hunter-gatherers generally existing in “tribes” of about fifty related individuals, chieftain societies larger agrarian units. I've had some vague idea of “wood sprites”, forest gods and such, but had no sense of how they worked in conjunction with their political structures in establishing carrots and sticks to keep their societies functioning. Good book, happy to have downloaded it to and now reading it on the Kindle.
Other than that, another short nap (lying, reading, I turned off the light for a short nap), some thought of watching one or two programs on TV later (I hate to admit I watch Eastenders, a series that evidently ran some impossible number of years on British television) and turning in early to finish The Evolution. Everyone must eventually, I would think, finish one's evolution.