But Find Them
Monday. For whatever reason I seem to have slipped into this getting up an hour earlier without particular effort. I woke up yesterday at seven-thirty in Daylight Saving time; woke up this morning just after six, having gotten to bed around eleven; sitting here at the computer at eight, home now from breakfast; thinking maybe I'll take a nap. Ah, yes. Take a nap. So much for miracle time adjustments here in Retirement Land. Still new territory to me, Retirement Land. Maybe it always will be new territory after a lifetime of “going at an office” training which, I suspect, like toilet training, scars your psyche for life. Office time, retirement time, Daylight Saving time and now: time out! Stop this meandering! Get it together! Hup! Hup!
Lunch today with Ms. V, a run by the pharmacy to pick up the new pills (United Health Care didn't know me from Adam, back to square one), a ride back on the bus to listen to the News Hour on TV (there seems to be a Presidential primary underway), a nap (another nail in my “how wonderfully I've adjusted to Daylight Savings” coffin), sitting now contemplating a choice between another nap and a trip to Jack London Square with a camera to photograph the two Old Ironside looking sailing ships that were harbored there yesterday. Whoop.
Later. A shorter walk around the local area (I'm getting tired of the local area) sitting by the lake for a while watching the walkers and the runners and the seagulls pass by, a bottle of diet Coke on the bench beside me. I think I need a vacation, a trip somewhere south where I can sit in a beach chair on a beach and watch the seagulls pass by, a Pina Colada sitting in the sand beside me. Hmmm.
You'd go nuts within three days sitting on a beach.
Would I? Maybe so. Something needs to be done if this energy up tick lasts. Most photographers have projects: a specific story they tell through pictures. That's one possibility. Same with web sites. What could be done with Here and ThereInOakland? Politics? I'm not sure I have the gumption, drive or interest in politics beyond reading the papers over breakfast. Pictures and stories of neighborhoods? Would I crap out after doing, say, one? Would I do the work? Probably not. But there are options available for those who would but find them, I would think. Here in Oakland.