Through The Fog
Wednesday. Up at six-thirty again, to breakfast and back on an overcast morning, the weather people saying it will be sunny and warm later on. Overly warm if their numbers are right. For me, anyway. I'd say.
There's a demonstration going on in front of City Hall later this afternoon so there's an opportunity for pictures. Excitement ahead. For now we'll take our little walk over to the lake, shoot more goose pictures, perhaps stumble across the goslings again. They should be growing larger, even in these few days since I've last seen them.
I've been noticing periods where I've been making little mistakes in putting together the journal, small errors of omission I wouldn't have made in the past and some of which I spent some time correcting this morning. Nothing to fret about, I suppose. They come, they go.
Later. Took the walk over to the lake mid-morning, another short walk taking one or two pictures, missing this pelican as it was landing close by on the water (I was passing behind a bush, saw him coming, but there wasn't a shot). Fascinating to see them close up as they're quite a bit larger than the geese.
A short walk returning to the bus stop and heading downtown. Felt pretty good and it seems to have generated the energy necessary to blow off any doubts and just go without any desire or an objective in mind. It was still overcast, still cool, so a cup of coffee and a raspberry shortcake cookie (they're $3, but they're really good) inside the Rotunda building before heading over to the City Center to sit down in front of the bandstand and eat a box of Good & Plenty.
I'd forgotten this is the first Wednesday concert of the summer, but they weren't scheduled to start for another hour and I wasn't willing to hang around and wait, so a bus back to the apartment.
The sky had cleared while at the City Center and I was too warm in a light jacket to be walking as it grew warmer, so the thought of staying on the bus to the morning restaurant for lunch was put aside and I returned to the apartment. Then: dry mouth? What's that about?
A nap, a bit of the ocular messiness, but nothing too serious, a bad licorice taste in the mouth (should have passed on that candy), up now that it's approaching four and the demonstration in front of City Hall has started without me. These things happen. A little worried this should have happened at two-thirty in the afternoon, though, the time of the day I thought would protect my guitar lessons from interruption. Thus, one learns, is life and licorice.
Evening. The head clear, the evening ahead. Nothing on at six I want to watch, although there's another Korean thing that runs on Wednesdays and Thursdays at quarter to seven I'll undoubtedly tune into. Another one of these mixes of broad and mindless slap-stick humor into an adventure story, hard for me to integrate. Slap-stick humor for me, I suspect, went out with Laurel and Hardy.
So to bed now not long after nine. Did the same last night, but had trouble getting to sleep. At least I remember waking up and looking at the clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock. Maybe I was asleep, lightly asleep, in between.
Good luck with that.
You never know. Onward, though, through the fog.