Saturday. Hmmm. Some sleeping today, a nap in the morning after breakfast at the usual place, a couple of pictures by the lake walking home. Not very good pictures by the lake walking home, but I learned something (about taking pictures beside a lake) that may be of use the next time I find myself sitting on a park bench watching the whirligig machine scoop up flotsam and jetsam. It's best to keep an open mind and pick up what you're able while not sweating the useless crap and minor discrepancies. Is that opaque enough? Will I, returning in another month, perhaps, remember what prompted this?
No. No need to stop. The weather is perfect, a Seattle summer day of yore, my definition of a Seattle summer day (of yore) is bright sun with a slight nip in the air, not quite tshirt, but tshirt with a regular shirt or tshirt with a light jacket weather. Yes, I know not everyone shares my tastes.
I have watched the usual number of Netflix DVD movies over these last few weeks, none of them worth mentioning. Why is that, I wonder? I'd have to go to their site and look at my rental list to remember what they were. This is not a complaint, I enjoy most forms of the crap you'll find in failed films, but sometimes it makes me wonder. Failed films or failed viewer?
Looking forward to lunch with MSM tomorrow.