Thursday. No problem turning out the lights before ten, last night, tired enough for it to be the path of least resistance. Awake ten minutes before the alarm, up a bit slowly on another overcast, not going to see the sun for quite a while, day. An iteration or two through my usual “do I want to walk” routine, but the walk is short enough and easy enough and doesn't give me grief enough to want to wait on a bus that sometimes takes longer to arrive than the time it takes to walk.
Leaving after breakfast to find the pandorea vine, one of the two vines, sporting flowers. My, my. Photographs to celebrate their arrival. How long has it been? A photograph of one of the alleys connecting a residential parking lot to Grand. There's an interesting set of photographs in these somewhere if someone were to invest energy and thought. Not something we find much around here anymore: energy and thought.
Again, overcast. Maybe a nap, maybe not.
Later. No nap, so a bath before taking the bus downtown for lunch and to see where they were with the Latham Square road project, see if they'd started taking down the trees. Took me a while to talk myself into it, this going downtown business, but I did get out the door finally in a light summer jacket.
A light summer jacket. Warm. Compared to these last few weeks I'd say it was practically toasty. No wind, the sun poking through and a decent temperature. Not quite summer, but close enough to change one's outlook on life, albeit not quite enough to get me out the door and onto a downtown bus without an argument.
They were indeed taking down trees. Had I known I would have set out sooner, but at least I was able to arrive before they'd finished. Doesn't encourage any warm and cuddly feelings, watching people hack down perfectly good trees, but I suppose there's no other way if you want to straighten out a road. One assumes there's a good reason to straighten out Broadway, congested traffic and such.
A walk to the City Center bagel shop for a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich and coffee after taking pictures, adding a packet of sea salt potato chips at the very last minute.
A walk then back by Latham Square again to take more photographs before catching the bus and get off early at the 7-11 look-alike to pick up a box of Good & Plenty. One day you're hungry and one day you're not. New territory for someone now into his eighth decade.
And yes, pictures at the apartment house construction site because there's no longer a choice. Leaving it at that.
Evening. An Inspector Lewis I suspected I'd seen before, but long enough before that I didn't recognize more than one or two scenes, if I indeed recognized one or two scenes. So I watched it. Another Vera coming up now at nine-thirty that I know I've not seen before, but will probably dump to watch Elementary in bed on the tablet at ten. And so it goes, this another Thursday night in Oakland.