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June 11, 2016


Saturday. Lights out at ten again, awakening at what I thought was six-thirty, a half hour later than I wanted, but OK, up to get ready to head out to breakfast. Finally, heading to the closet to put on a jacket and grab the camera and papers, I noticed I'd misread the digital alarm clock and it very clearly said I'd awakened at five-thirty, a half hour early rather than late. It's one of these not at all hard to read digital alarm clocks that sits like a brick by the bed.

OK, they'd probably already opened the restaurant this early, but lie down on the bed and listen to the radio for about ten minutes to make sure someone would be there and then get up and drive to breakfast. The light made it look as if it were overcast outside, filtered through the closed window curtains, but discovered the sky clear and the sun coming up over the hills as I descended the stairs.

What the hell, a decent breakfast, an easy ride to and from, no pictures to take while driving, but home now in pretty good shape thinking I'd go by the farmers market and attempt pictures there with the new camera, see if a stronger telephoto lens revealed photo opportunities not there with a shorter lens. Whether true or not at least the attitude seems good and something may come of it.

Unless that avocado and cheese omelet you had for breakfast comes back to bite you.

We were experimenting again. I had them hold back on the cheese, make it Swiss rather than cheddar, white rather than yellow, so we'll indeed see if it has any consequences.

Call it experimentation or battering your head against the wall, either way, you're expecting a different outcome? Something other than a nasty headache?

Later. A walk to the Lakeshore ATM setting out along the lake and by a group of Capoeira dancers practicing by the pergola, a larger group than usual this time. And so a couple of pictures.

On to the Lakeshore ATM and then back to the pharmacy to see if they'd been able to refill a prescription I'd phoned in on Wednesday. They'd been out of the drug, but ordered it after I'd called. I'd refilled this prescription once before after losing the old health insurance coverage and found it had jumped in cost from one hundred to five hundred and fifty dollars for a ninety day supply. It would go down after eating up a deductible was the hope at the time. Three hundred today. Better, but not something to look forward to every ninety days from now until, well, probably forever.

OK, back by the farmers market to skip looking for pictures, on home by the lake again and now watching television in the mid-afternoon. Our life in Saturday's fast lane is probably now done.

Evening. Television, I'm afraid, for the rest of the day and into the evening. Actually sat in one of the living room chairs and watched some of the stuff as opposed to having it run on in the background as I was sitting in front of the computer. The news is nice that way. Listening, whenever you're paying attention, gives you pretty much as much information as you'd get watching the talking heads or the news clips.

To bed early, just after eight. An up and down day as they're all up and down days, anymore, but a decent one for all that. I'd say. Writing this the next morning.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.