Wednesday. Again, lights out by ten (or just after ten) having managed to miss most of the Republican convention last night, awakening before six to get up readily enough and walk to breakfast on another overcast and quite cool to cold morning and so wearing a winter coat. Went well enough for that, the breakfast consisting of two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, fruit cup, toast and coffee.
Looks as if the sky will clear before noon. Still cool verging on cold walking home, nothing on the schedule for the day other than to buy those two birthday cards. Some thoughts on the banality of these journal entries and photographs, but that's par for the course. No dark thoughts really, just noting the way things seem to be going.
Later. A bath and then a walk to the card store across from the Lakeshore ATM to buy birthday cards. Sunny, nice day in a light weight jacket (with interior pockets large enough to carry the cards) and so home, stopping at the ice cream shop to have two scoops in a waffle cup. Dish. Whatever it's called. Living dangerously, in other words, throwing any shreds of ocular migraine caution to the wind.
Brought a camera along, but managed not a single picture. Happens.
Later still. An afternoon of noodling around the web and listening to this and that on television, primarily Law & Order, one of the two of what seem to be an infinite number of C.S.I.-like cops and robbers/serial killer of the day programs I'm able to occasionally stomach. Ah, well. Nice day outside, nice day indoors.
Evening. The occasional glance at the convention, a look at a couple of pictures that I passed over without really looking at them on Sunday, more television, another glance at the convention and then it was eight o'clock to check out who Charlie Rose might be interviewing and what they may have to say about the convention.
Conversations with pundits usually aren't any more enlightening than the pronouncements of the candidates and their handlers, but these struck my interest in that they compared our period with a “similar” period that started in 1885 and ended in 1915, a period of radical change in a society moving from rural agriculture to city based industry and the political revolution that went with it.
They suggested our current unsettled environment was at the start of what would be for us a similar thirty year period of radical change and that both political parties have lost all connection with their electorates. Interesting times to be starting a life, interesting times to be winding down watching, but now it's time for bed and the tablet.