The Alarm Again
Thursday. I had seen the Maigret last night, halfway remembered how it had turned out and so went to bed before ten. My, my. Mid-week sanity. It can happen.
Up after the alarm to head off to breakfast on another overcast, but soon to be sunny morning. Feeling pretty good, although I'd started later than I'd have liked and feeding a parking meter. Sloppy. Still, the day ahead, the construction crew seems to be pouring more cement as the sidewalk was blocked off again as I drove by on the way home. Let's see if we can put together a slightly different day. Take a different group of pictures. Somehow. At least think about it.
Later. It looks like they've finished with the cement, the sidewalk blocked off in order to load the cement pumping unit and whatever else they've been using on flat bed trucks. They were laying down more of the white plastic sheeting that I'm now assuming will itself be covered with cement at some point, the sheeting a moisture barrier of some sort. I could be absolutely wrong, of course.
Over to the lake to find the four goslings, now noticeably larger (all that vacuuming up whatever it is they eat seems to be having an effect) and so some pictures.
That was enough, back to the apartment to run the photographs through Photoshop before heading out again to somewhere on a bus because, well: because.
Later still. A bus downtown at noon to have a croissant and coffee out in front of the bagel shop. Why was I sitting out in front of the bagel shop at noon with a croissant and coffee? I have no idea. The free shuttle bus then back to Grand on Broadway and a walk the rest of the way home, stopping to take one or two pictures at the construction site now that they'd moved their gear and again opened the sidewalk. These pictures seem better than many of the others I've snapped so far. Maybe learn a lesson here, think about delivering something more graphically interesting, include more workers, take photographs rather than snapshots. (hup!)
Otherwise nice day, good temperature, I'll undoubtedly enjoy the rest of it from inside the apartment. Maybe do some dusting around the desk in the bedroom. Serious dusting from the fuzzy way it looks.
Evening. Lots of time on the guitar, more for the fact the chord changes are faster now, better, some of them sounding like actual guitar chords. Kind of like turning into the wind at speed, blurs the eyes and pumps the blood. Not that I remember any of that, of course.
One or two things on television, the Thursday night Unit One at nine, a second episode at ten. An odd series, but one I seem to like, although we'll skip the one at ten and go to bed. None of this no getting up with the alarm again.