Those Rents Down
Friday. So here we are again on a Friday, the week having blasted right on by. My first choice of words was “breezed” right on by and maybe that's the better choice, as you usually don't notice a breeze, unless it's a very nice breeze, but “blasted” you'd remember, if only for the detonation aspect. Still, things seem to be happening this weekend. MSM is out from the east coast and we shall do our best to get together for lunch or dinner if the schedule allows. Haven't seen her in a while. There are a couple of events this weekend I'd like to photograph. My thought is, if the head is really funky, I'll go anyway and see how I feel about it after. I need to get outside.
Or you'll turn into a crusty old fossil?
I'm already a crusty old fossil. It's just the knowledge hasn't quite reached the brain - I understand the dinosaurs were saddled the same problem - and I'm still running the old routines, but without the necessary equipment. Life at the end of the rainbow, I suppose, the colors a vague reminder of what it was when the sun was shining and I was even more oblivious to the world.
The rent is paid, the sun is shining, I can hear drums in the distance (which may or may not be for the better, as I'm the only one who hears them) and the oak trees are beginning to shoot. In Oakland, everybody shoots.
Mayor Dellums will not be amused.
We gotta keep those rents down.