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June 21, 2012

A Good Sign
Thursday. For various reasons, none of them meant as an excuse, I got to bed after eleven and got up this morning with the alarm. So I'll be tired later. I'm a bit tired now. But such is life. Off to breakfast and back on an overcast morning, my guitar lesson coming up at noon. I'll get in a nap, get in some practice and head out for what I hope is a successful session.

Later. An hour and a half lying down maybe forty-five minutes of which I was asleep. Up to tune the guitar, pack it up and head out for the lesson. Still quite overcast, there'd been a slight rainy mist in the air as I'd driven back from breakfast. Life in the fast lane.

Later still. The lesson: not horrible, but one of the three riffs I'd been practicing, my teacher pointing to the printed notes, was meant to be fingered on a different string than the one I'd been practicing. A small thing, but it throws the timing off when you make the correction and so I'll practice it the right way for next week's lesson. Another senior “slip” to add to a growing list. No big deal, it will come around quickly with a little time and practice, it's not like starting from scratch, but still. But still. Some things are dumber than others.

It remains overcast and, well, cold. I wore a long sleeved shirt and a light jacket to the lesson and it wasn't enough. The famous Bay Area winter weather in the summer, something familiar to mark yesterday's solstice. What the hell, that's what sweaters were meant for.

Mid-afternoon. A walk to the morning café for an egg salad sandwich, ice cream and coffee, back now feeling somewhat better. Still the same small group of people out in front of the school, still some tents up on the hill, but nothing that called out to be photographed. Back now to try a little guitar and, well, take another nap. Still overcast, still cool to cold, I've probably had my walk for the day. He said, mind wandering, thinking of something.

Evening. Another dry mouth, head floating off into uncharted territory late this afternoon. I assume it will leave on its own in a while, but I'm not sure these repetitions are a good sign.

The photo up top was taken of an ecstatic dancer by Lake Merritt with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-70mm f 2.8 Nikkor G lens.