Saturday. Up this morning sometime just after eight, a bit later than usual if you don't count yesterday's marathon sleep in til nine, Ms. Emmy doing her “time for breakfast” head butting - chewing with an empty mouth routine. (Let me say the chewing with an empty mouth, particularly when it's done right next to your ear, is icky. Cute cat or not.) The usual morning aches and pains, more to do with age than anything else I'm guessing. They go away rather quickly and they're usually gone by the time I'm heading out the door with papers in hand for breakfast.
I became aware the Asian Heritage Street Celebration is scheduled today when I joined the San Francisco Street Photographer's group on Facebook Friday, discovering they have a list of local upcoming events, some of which I'd not known about. This is a useful tool for an old fool hibernating in Oakland, let me tell you, something I've been wishing to find. Gives a nice fifteen minute high every time I think about it.
The sky is clear and the temperatures are supposed to get up into the low eighties today, some ten degrees hotter than they've been, so I'll wear a t-shirt and a light jacket (for the pockets) to the city. And it will still be too warm.
The five lights plugged into their all purpose Swiss army knife like clamp connectors on top of the tripods with their dangling external cable connected battery packs look pretty cool scattered around the living room and I guess that's good. I've been very slowly attempting different combinations of light and discovering there is, indeed, much to learn, but it is progressing and that's all that really matters. I'm not relying on any of this for income and if it continues to give me pleasure, then who cares how long it takes if I'm able to clear the credit card balance every month? Enjoy it now while there's still time. Life is simpler in some respects at this age.
Later. A trip over to San Francisco by bus and BART at noon wearing a t-shirt and carrying a camera with a long lens in a backpack along with a lightweight coat and cell phone in one of its outside pockets. No more “lightweight jackets” for its pockets at these temperatures. An hour's worth of shooting where I got maybe six decent pictures, but a good outing, good exercise and the rest of that good stuff you're supposed to be getting after a stint in the hospital. The fact I didn't get any pictures is nothing to worry about. I've started a nothing to worry about phase which is not a cop out, by the way, but a realization the hunt is on and the result will be more pictures.
Later still. Sake and pasta salad for dinner, an evening ahead with nothing of interest on T.V., the fan blowing, the sake working, the attitude most excellent.