A High Note
Wednesday. A walk to breakfast this crisp sunny morning after a good long night's sleep, much better than the night before, so maybe the body just, you know, does whatever it does without keeping you in the loop. One day you sleep well and that's good, another night you don't and that's good too. Confusing. Only an idiot would write on and on about it, of course. Plenty of idiots around here. (Dear oh dear.)
I didn't make it to The Lemon Tree last night as I crapped out and went to bed around the time the thing was starting, which is too bad, but nothing too terrible. I do now owe an apology to Ms. H, though. Takes a lot of work to get the troops out when you have a band (or a D.J.) to promote playing for the first time at a new club as I recall. Club owners..., well the club owners I knew could be a pain in the ass.
Oh, as long as we're jumping from subject to subject, the price of gasoline at my example station jumped ten cents a gallon overnight, just as it jumped eight cents a gallon five days ago Friday, just as it's been jumping pretty regularly for the last several months. I don't particularly believe the economy is going to recover any time soon based on what I'm hearing and reading yet the price of gas is climbing and, I suspect, will continue to climb (for the rest of our lives). I have no idea what's driving this of course. Nor, I'm guessing, does anyone else. We are charged to live in “interesting” times. Keep your seatbelt fastened, my buckos, and your hands on the wheel.
This is not news.
Later. There remained a crispness to the air that made my walk downtown earlier this afternoon a pleasure, stopping at a corner café I've passed many times across from Sears for coffee and to catch my breath. (Entering a café for the first time qualifies as adventure as in a “day of adventure”.) I got to thinking re-shooting that photograph for artandlife would be a good task when I got home and set about the project. Re-shoot the current photograph, better lit, better composed? But then why that, why not something more indicative of what's inside? Use one of the Carnaval photographs, for example, get rid of the old fart and his silly hat? A thought that occurred more than once, anyway, after seeing the crap I came up with when I got back. We'll chalk it up to more “adventure” for the day and end on a high note.