Else At Nine
Monday. I did watch the Wallander thing at nine, getting to bed then after ten-thirty. This added more time on the guitar, so no regrets. Up with the alarm without effort to head off to breakfast. No rain, but they're saying rain and maybe a thunder storm or two later today and through tomorrow. Not a good prediction to read if you're going to photograph the Saint Stupid's Day Parade tomorrow.
Again, not all that much sleep, although I slept straight on through til morning (as far as I can now remember), but feel just fine (thank you) and see no reason I shouldn't do something ambitious and exotic for the rest of the day such as taking a walk over to the lake (with a camera) or a bus downtown (for lunch at the City Center). Adventure awaits for those who would but grasp it!
Later. A walk over to the lake with a long lens on the camera. Not raining yet, but it's obviously on its way, so best we do our little stroll now rather than not being able to take one later.
The water in the lake is low which you'd think would mean the tide is out, it is an estuary connected to the bay after all, but it was ten o'clock and low tide was at six-thirty this morning with high tide coming up at one-ten. You'd think it wouldn't be this low, as low as I can remember it. I had similar thoughts yesterday.
A photograph of a coot silhouetted against the lake and then a series of photographs of a cormorant again fishing for nesting materials. Then another cormorant following along after the first, back and forth, back and forth to their nests on the islands just off the sanctuary building area. Marginally better pictures than the light, morning and availability of subjects would normally allow.
Back then to take a good long hour's nap, catching up on whatever sleep I lost last night watching television. Feel rested, none of the crappy, fuzzy stuff of yesterday I'm still blaming on the sake. (Next time we'll stick with whiskey and see if that doesn't turn out better.)
Some thunder and lightening in the distance, it's been raining for the last couple of hours. We need the rain, although they say the current set of storms won't help much. Maybe we'll bump along with “won't help much” storms until they do. Why not? Nothing else seems to run by the clock.
Later still. Some guitar, some television, a photography book in the mail I probably shouldn't have bought, some more guitar, the rain stopping and the sun coming out.
Evening. Nothing on television, really. Climate change a subject on the first half of Charlie Rose, we're usually good for watching something like that. Nothing on otherwise so to bed early. I'm saying this at eight-thirty, maybe I'll say something else at nine.