What I Was Doing
Monday. Ah, well. I finished out the evening last night watching my starts at ten, ends at eleven, Korean historical (hysterical?) soap so I got up later than usual this morning by a good hour and a half, did the usual breakfast routine with actual other customers in attendance (confirming they do business during real dining hours) and returned home after nine leaving a half hour to go on the meter. Monday, not so much to read in the papers on a Monday, didn't need the full hour and a half to finish.
I still keep watch on gas prices at the station across from my restaurant. Easy to do when you're there at the same time every morning. At lunch in the afternoon yesterday I noticed they'd lowered the prices again by four cents a gallon since the morning.
It would be great if this were a supply issue: more supply out there causing the price to fall, but it's not, it's the fact the economy isn't strong enough and people are cutting back. A really bad economy isn't something you look forward to and I'm not feeling so great about where it seems to be going. Still, I take the pictures, make the note, doesn't matter whether it makes any sense or not. Something to do I obviously get some satisfaction from. I believe the common prejorative is I'm easily amused.
Overcast with high morning fog that will, I'm sure, break up later. Today is guitar day, I got somewhat less than an hour in yesterday and I'm not altogether happy about it. Still, we're making progress, no transgressions that aren't a normal part of learning to play. Guitar and more work on the Gay Pride photographs should wrap it up. On a Monday, the last one in June. Again, some of the photographs are good, many more less good, but an altogether decent outing. No complaints other than on the economy.
Later. I suspect if the human race dies it will be for lack of a 9-volt battery. At least that's the way I'd write a science fiction short after seeing my guitar and tuning batteries both crap out as I was tuning in preparation to play this morning. A trip downtown to replenish needed vitamins and to buy two rechargeable batteries at Radio Shack, the batteries going for fifteen bucks a pop. I haven't been paying attention to prices, have in the past bought them over the Internet and so I haven't bought any locally in some time.
You may recall you bought three batteries from Radio Shack some months back and not only did they turn out to be not rechargeable, as you'd wanted, but they didn't last all that long, the three costing some fifty bucks all together, because you didn't properly check the label when the purchase was made.
If I bitch about the cost and, thereby not mentioning that particular little blunder, I can get away without demonstrating I'm an idiot. One does not like to admit one is an idiot on the web as it confirms the obvious in a way that can't be erased.
Later still. It's taken some time, but three new Dykes on Bikes sections are up now at artandlife. Nothing to rock your socks maybe, but I like them. I may replace one or two as I sift through the group again later, but that will happen when it happens. With me it could be years.
Time to get back on the guitar. We'll do more hup! hups! here, but on the beat, fingered as if I knew what I was doing.