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March 15, 2016


Tuesday. Again, lights out just after ten and to sleep soon after, not waking up once until just before seven. Success. Morning light. Up and out the door to walk to breakfast feeling good, the temperature fine (dressed in sweater, scarf wrapped around the neck, all under a winter coat), the sun out, the day ahead.

We'll walk over to see if that prescription, the last of the group needing moving over to the new pharmacy, is ready and thereby get in another walk. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to come up with still another. Maybe I'll, well, maybe we'll go hide in the bedroom, pull the covers up and take a nap, can't tell until later, but for the moment: hup! And all the rest of that crap.

Now, now.

A new week, starting well.

Later. A nice morning and now afternoon: bright sun, decent temperature. A walk to the pharmacy over along the lake and then on to Walgreen's on Lakeshore, the prescription ready. Passed by an automobile accident on the way, thinking at first, seeing someone standing in front of two cars in the distance blocking their passage by taking their picture up close with a smart phone, thinking: “why was this idiot blocking two cars from turning by taking their picture?” Realized, as I drew closer, there'd been an accident. And so pictures.

I don't carry a camera at the ready in case I run into scenes such as this and felt a bit ghoulish taking pictures. Why take a picture you'll never use of someone else's distress? So we'll dismiss the two photographs as “snapshots” taken in haste and leave it at that.

I was wearing a sweater and a winter coat and was quite comfortable walking in the light cool breeze, but there were others walking in t-shirts and much lighter garb. Wondered if it were a function of age, noticing others my age dressed in what looked to be winter clothes. They say that, do they not? Old guys get both overly cold when it's cold and overly warm when it's warm than do the youngsters?

Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike, thinking ice cream bar and box of Good & Plenty, to arrive to find they were out of Good & Plenty. How long has it been since they've been in stock? Many weeks now, I'm afraid. A package of Chipotle peanuts instead. I hadn't been all that enthused about the ice cream bar as it was and peanuts somehow seemed the best way to express my upset.

You mentioned this to the clerk (who also happens to be the owner)?

No. What kind of an idiot keeps bugging them about a box of candy?

You really are babbling on like an idiot here with this.

It's the lack of licorice. Time to turn on the radio and search the web for primary results, supercharged by Chipotle peanuts. Combining the Bern and the burn seems appropriate.

Just stop.

Evening. Not the best of outcomes for Sanders this evening, the stars are obviously not favorably aligned. The Republicans with their Mr. Trump? I don't even want to think about him. Nothing I wanted to hear from Charlie Rose and his hour long discussion of Alexander Hamilton and so to bed to continue watching more of Justified on Amazon, checking the Guardian now and again for primary results. This until ten and lights out to lie there and contemplate meaning in the bedroom ceiling.

The photo up top was taken walking home from breakfast this morning with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.