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June 25, 2015

Past Time

Thursday. It's the little things that make you notice, give you a head's up the memory isn't quite what it was. This morning I set out in the car at the usual time to drop it off for its routine service, the idea being I'd then get the blood work done the doctor had ordered, the annual cholesterol and whatever else they include in the test. Got to the Honda dealer (way too crowded, the line of cars extending out into the street) to realize I'd forgotten the blood test prescription ordering the tests.

So. A drive back home thinking I'd do the thing tomorrow, but then getting home and deciding the day was still young and I was feeling pretty good and so why not just drive right back with the blood test paperwork in hand, idiocy aside? Into the car to drop it off (the line was shorter) to then walk to the lab. Why had I forgotten the paperwork? Well, because I got up, got into auto pilot in my routine, remembering to add the car keys to the pocket since I'd need the car, but forgot the paperwork I'd put aside on top of the document scanner, lost in other thoughts. I guess. Lost in something.

A walk down Broadway to the Grand and Webster bus stop to catch a bus to the morning restaurant for breakfast and the morning papers, less the Times as it, for some reason, wasn't delivered this morning. What's with the Times? Delivered late on and off over a period of two weeks earlier this month (and missing a delivery on one of those days), is it starting again?

Life will not end over a lost newspaper.

True. No big deal. Not compared to the fact I'm still feeling pretty good, the clear headed upbeat stuff is holding for a third day, we'll not complain (and continue with the morning pain meds). Pictures to take at Latham Square and the apartment house construction site later, the car probably ready around two. Doesn't matter. Heading out when you're feeling up is a plus, whenever they may call.

Later. Still wired reasonably well, a walk over to the apartment house construction site to take a set of pictures, missed the bus downtown by two minutes and so walked over to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar to then return to the apartment, download the photographs to the computer I'd just taken and then talk myself into catching the next scheduled bus downtown.

Off the bus at the Latham Square construction stop to take a quick set of the usual photographs, a walk to the City Center to have a mixed fruit cup and coffee out in front of the bagel shop, a roll of Necco wafers then farther on at the one sundry shop (they were out of Good & Plenty) before walking to the Grand and Webster bus stop to wait on a bus back to the apartment. No word yet from the Honda shop other than it's going to cost another arm and a leg to fix the list of things they said needed fixing. For not much driving I'm evidently doing a lot of damage to my pocket book.

It's now three in the afternoon, if they call and say it's ready later (they said it would be ready today) I'll suggest I pick it up after breakfast tomorrow. I think I've had enough excitement for one day.

Evening. Honda called after four and was happy to hear I'd like to pick it up tomorrow around nine when I'd finished breakfast. As said, it's been a long day and I'd just as soon watch something or other on the tablet and handle the next outside adventure tomorrow.

I'd seen (of course) the Inspector Lewis at eight and turned to Charlie Rose to find an interesting conversation with a Vice News correspondent who been doing work in Afghanistan and Iraq, so we'll finish with Charlie and see what this evening's Vera is about. For some reason I seem to watch Vera with interest, the fact I find it hard to follow the story line because of their accents notwithstanding. Then it will be time for bed, past time for bed, he said.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco 2015 Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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