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Saturday at a Red Egg and Ginger lunch in San Francisco.

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March 9, 2009

Too Far
Monday. Something called a pre-op meeting at the hospital later this afternoon, just show up and they'll show me where to go. I believe there will be some consultation with the anesthesiologist, a good sign they've got their act together as I've had operations in the past where the anesthesiologist gave me a call at home on the night before with some, um, questions. Well, let's see, for the prostate at Stanford he asked me questions for the first time when they were preparing me for the operating room, the nurse mentioning, when he brought up a spinal tap/block (the name escapes me, but you've probably had one or heard of it, so please fill in the correct name), and the nurse said no, the surgeon wasn't in favor of a spinal whatever for this particular operation. Confidence building, right up to the very end.

But we're carping here, no need for that. I'm obviously thinking about this thing on Wednesday, but best to take it as it comes and not fret. I've done these before with equanimity, external equanimity, internal equanimity another matter, but nothing too far off the map. Skipping along in this something called “life”. Most of our existence is spent learning to not look at it too closely, lest we never leave the house. Best to leave the house even if it's only to do the grocery shopping. With the internet, leaving the house to earn a living has become more optional now making hibernation an option. I believe the Japanese have this down to an art.

Nothing great in the way of Red Egg and Ginger pictures, although I have a certain ambiguous feeling about running them here in the journal. Everyone has had their picture here with their knowledge in the past. I'm assuming running the pictures of the kids is OK, since no one knows who they are or where they live, but it's best to think about these things from time to time and ask for opinions. Best to not make myself persona non grata among the few friends I have left.

I mentioned I had a Guinness or two with Ms. T later in the afternoon yesterday, she having finished up a photo shoot earlier in the day. After I get my act together again after this operation I'm thinking the general attitude and energy level have reached the point I can think about doing some “real” shooting again, as in actually planning something, setting it up and creating an image in an half competent manner with an idea in mind. Taking a trip somewhere for a specific purpose, to cover a festival or something of the like. I'm rambling here, as I often ramble here, but this is something that's definitely been in mind. Finish a series of framed images for display at my local breakfast place. Couldn't hurt. Otherwise why did I get the equipment in the first place? Oh? You think?

Oh? You think?

I'm suggesting you fill in the blank. Any response is the right response: yes or no, up or down, sad or happy. I'm rambling here and this is part of the act. Fill in the blank.

Later. OK, two hours of “pre-op” included blood tests, an EKG and a chest X-ray; in at 11:30, out after 1:00. We are now on rails: instructions in hand, luck on our side. I was going to say “god” on our side, but I didn't want to take a chance on insulting Her by not capitalizing. Or is that stretching this too far? One should be careful when stretching too far, here in Oakland.

The photograph was taken Saturday at a Red Egg and Ginger party in San Francisco with a Nikon D3 mounted with a 24 - 70mm f 2.8 Nikkor G lens at 1/60 second, f 2.8, ISO 3200.