Such Is Life
Wednesday. To bed at ten last night, up at seven this morning without the alarm (I did remember it was a holiday) to head out for breakfast at the usual place, home then by nine. The day clear, the sun out, we're going to have a warm Fourth of July.
I naturally took a nap as soon as I got home because, well, I was tired. I'm tired now after having worked over and then posted yesterday's entry and will probably lie down again. I'll just do it and let the rest of the day play out on its own, perhaps take some advantage of the American holiday. There are those Lakeview pictures to finish, they'll take a couple of hours, and there are festivities happening not all that far from the apartment. Far away seems to be quite a disincentive anymore.
Later. Finished up the Lakeview photographs. One or two of them worked and I seem to be slowly figuring out how to use the Lightroom tools. Practice, practice. And maybe read the manual. We'll get there by the time I'm no longer able to pick up a camera. We will. I hope.
Anyway, a walk along the lake and then over to the morning café for cake, ice cream and coffee (it's a holiday, after all), deciding to take the bus back when it pulled right up just as I was leaving. I suspect by now I know I'm not setting out to do anything particularly festive. Feeling pretty good, although it did take its time to come together. An excuse to spend more time on the guitar, let the rest of the day just unravel. How many July Fourths have I spent inside listening to fireworks in the distance? Probably best I, as a young pyromaniac, blew up half the existing world every Fourth, getting it out of my system.
And did it get it out of your system?
Actually, it took those first six months in the Infantry to take care of that. I can still light a firecracker or two just, you know, for nostalgia.
Later still. No police procedurals I'm willing to watch at six. The first, Father Matteo is too much for a cranky old man to handle and the Australian Muslim cop series that comes after it at seven has gone into reruns and I've seen all of them. Ah, well. I've spent a decent amount of time on the guitar. The riff I've been wrestling with is going awfully slowly, so that's not good, but at least I'm making progress.
Such is life?
Such is life.