Tuesday. A little scattered after all the photographs yesterday, working in Lightroom and Photoshop through the afternoon and into the evening, just the last section of HTML coding left to be done and so they'll be posted later this morning. Good. To bed before ten, up with the alarm to head off to breakfast on another clear, going to be warm and sunny, day. Hey.
Laundry to be done, although the washers were in use when I descended to the laundry room. We'll see if we get down again later or put it off until tomorrow. Hard to say, but I can last another day. Hey.
I passed by another line of dump trucks waiting to take on earth from the construction site, they're digging down another level on the side that fronts opposite my street. So we'll wander over and take some pictures.
Later. The How Weird photographs are posted. Good. I think. Not looking good for laundry before the guitar lesson this coming mid-afternoon, but we'll see, having stripped the bed and most everything else and dumping them into the hampers. Ah, well.
A walk over to the construction site to take one or two pictures. I'd taken some yesterday, but was pretty much consumed with the How Weird pictures, so some before and after shots to see the difference. I need to go by again to better show the trench they've dug along the near side, wasn't thinking as I was shooting.
We'll get in some guitar practice now, get ready for the afternoon. Not the best week I've had for practice.
Later still. Well, guitar practice. Twenty minutes. Is that considered practice? Probably, if you put enough of them together. Off to catch the downtown bus (the same bus that has been coming late at this time slot came late again today) and have a chicken salad at Genji for lunch, another ten minutes to wait when I finished in Latham Square before walking on to the lesson.
I'd made a mistake and practiced the wrong chord changes all this last week and so I was less than stellar. Have I mentioned I have a very patient guitar instructor? I believe I have.
Back home and by the construction site. Much as been removed, equipment as well as dirt. They are making progress. And so pictures. I think I'll put together a web section this week and give the construction workers the link. They're all aware of the photographer who keeps coming by. Says he's retired, but what's with all of these oddball daily visits with what looks to be high end equipment?
Evening. Nothing on television. I did do the laundry when I returned from the guitar lesson, so it's all folded, hung and ready for the morning. To bed early. Clean sheets.