Wrestling With It
Tuesday. Another foggy morning, the air quite cool. Up with the alarm after an uneven night's sleep. To bed at ten, a good hour, but coming awake a number of times during the night. Not sure why. Nothing unusual in the way of food last night: no alcohol or spicy mussels. But what the hell, a good breakfast this morning, a good session with the papers, home now feeling upbeat, ready to head out for my haircut appointment in an hour.
I read Jon Carroll's column in the Chronicle this morning where he discussed “geezer talk”, evidently a phrase used when you run into a group of “old folks” discussing ailments, passing compatriots and the follies of youth. I don't know all that many people my age anymore and I don't get out all that much, so I'd not heard the term, but I suspect I'm more than guilty of it. “Geezer talk.” Ah, well, I'm part of the group even if I don't get out and mix much. I'm not into chiding the emerging generations, though. They seem to be starting out rather well, even given the financial and international misadventures we've managed to dump in their laps. I say “fight on” youngsters, we've obviously fallen flat in the battle.
That sounds like geezer talk to me.
There's two old geezers living right here.
Later. Heading out to catch the bus at the bottom of my hill I passed the UPS truck driving in the opposite direction toward my apartment so I turned around and intercepted it as it sat parked in front of the building, checking my watch to see if I still had time to make it back and catch the bus. The driver took her time finding the packages for the building, but I was able to leave mine on the kitchen counter and still get back in time for the bus downtown. Whoop! I guess. Sometimes the timing's right.
Other than that a simple ride downtown, a haircut, a walk half the way back as it was starting to rain (I realized the overhead fog was obviously more than just fog as I was leaving the apartment) before catching a bus, home now having opened the UPS package from B&H. Yes, another lens, this time the 50mm f 1.4 G, the new one, replacing the old f 1.4 D model I've had now forever and use for portraits in low light situations such as in bars and restaurants.
My first impression is that it's no faster focusing than the old D model and will probably turn out to be no better for someone who uses it as I usually do, but it looks nice and it gives me a chance to give my sister my old one when I head up to Portland next month. An unnecessary expenditure, but the rationalizations I used were good and your sister can always use a decent 50mm in her kit.
Later still. Plenty of rain. Some time on the guitar before laying down for a nap, a nice nap, the head feeling reasonably human. As in not aching overly much, a kind of life is good buzz in the brain. Up now for more guitar and to listen to the news as I'm playing, not that there's anything on the news I particularly am interested in at the moment.
Back now from sushi and sake down the hill. Why so many of these little trips? The food is good, I don't eat all that much so it helps managed the weight, the sake is OK in the quantities I drink as long as I don't fill in around it with more of the same here at the apartment, but the cost is a bit over the top. The camera expenditures are bad enough, lenses and such. So we'll think about it and do little or nothing until we do something, all the while wrestling with it (interminably) right here. Hup. Hup.