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July 7, 2011

Is My Guess

Thursday. Went to bed before ten, up and wide awake before the alarm would have erupted had I set the alarm. Maybe an answer to my wondering yesterday if sleeping in would make a difference. If I get to bed by ten I'm, at least for now, wired to awaken at the usual hour. Still, off to breakfast and back feeling pretty good, the day ahead clear and sunny and I hope not overly warm.

Let's see how the day unfolds. I talked about getting on BART and going somewhere I haven't been before, writing it as I often write it with no idea if I'll follow through. I'm sitting here putting this down, but my inner sense is wondering what in the world I might be talking about, heading out on BART for where? South? What? But we'll see, the attitude often changes once I get my head out of..., the door.

Later. Out the door to walk over by the lake and check out the geese. I've gotten into the habit of looking for the goslings lately, but have yet to find them. I'm assuming they stay on the small island where all the nests are located and very few venture over here to my area (for very good reason) and they're busy being little eating machines, but you never know (and sometimes you don't want to know) what they've been about.

A bus was coming, I remembered I had a prescription waiting so a ride downtown to pick up the prescription and then a walk most of the way back, the head a little “stuffy”, stuffy being today's synonym for “fuzzy” and any number of other terms I've managed to come up with to describe it. New day, same stuff.

A stop at the Rotunda building to have a mocha coffee and a raspberry cookie out at one of their tables overlooking the open interior of the building, not bad (the building and the cookie), but lots of calories from sugar I'd think (my weight is fine, thank you, and yes I'll have the whipped cream on top). Back home now with the day ahead.

Later still. We've done our now late morning, early afternoon routine of walking around and about the Grand Lake theater area, stopping for a diet Coke at the usual café before heading back. It does make me look forward to picking up the guitar when I get home, some aspect I suspect of the one or two aching back muscles that are sending messages that they are confident sitting in a chair and playing a guitar would be much preferable to any more of this walking stuff, however slowly it may go, however good it may be for your health. I don't walk because it's good for my health, although I'm happy they say it is, but I walk because I need to get out of the house.

I watched an Eric Clapton video last night for the first time paying attention to the settings on his guitar. He has a particular sound, something I'm not yet far enough along to worry about, but at some point I'd like to know how it's made. Bend those strings, set the amp for detonation, distortion and do-wah-diddy-boom. Things one needs to know.

Evening. A walk down the hill for sushi and sake, just enough sake to mellow the mood. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for the rest of the evening, I did start a Netflix movie just before I left after an hour or more on the guitar. Finish the movie while playing along is my guess.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2011 Gay Pride Parade - Dykes on Bikes with a Nikon D3s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.