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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


May 20, 2017


Saturday. Lights out right after the news at ten to awaken at quarter to six and so take my time coming to consciousness, a process that lasts longer than just getting out the door to head to breakfast. This morning I again set out without the East Bay Times, but I'd do something about awakening too early if it really made a difference.

The chicken-apple sausage, country potatoes, eggs over medium, fruit cup, toast and coffee for breakfast. I don't really know what chicken-apple sausage is, but the name sounds better than just sausage and it might include less ocular migraine forbidden cured meat. And that's what appealed. What appealed being the voice I voted with.

Bright sun both to and from breakfast, about right in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket walking to, the walk home two hours later at the edge of too warm and so a t-shirt weather day today, maybe wander over to the farmers market before it closes at two to take pictures, not something I've done at the market in a while.

Later. The San Francisco Bay to Breakers runs tomorrow and so there are no other local scheduled “events” this weekend. I did see BART has started running earlier trains for it than they have in the past (my excuse for not going) and so I could take an earlier train and get there before it started. It has something like four thousand participants signed up to run, one hundred and fifty thousand onlookers, but the idea is to get a group of friends together to eat, drink, wear weird costumes and make outrageous statements and not be too picky about hitting the starting line on time and so many start whenever they feel like it. Plenty of time to get there in other words.

Later. Warm, no need for the long sleeved shirt I was wearing when I set out for the lake, but a nice enough walk, looping over to the white column pergola, deciding to return to the burger drive-in and pick up a grilled cheese sandwich on the way home. I did note another unending line of cormorants diving for nest making reeds, but had the wrong lens on the camera for pictures.

Again, great weather, but no thought to go anywhere. Farmers market? No. Cormorants? No. Naked people gamboling by the lake? No. Well, maybe. If it's close by.

Evening. Still warm in the early evening, drums in the distance by the lake, the sound of voices, perhaps coming from a party in the neighborhood. A nice day in May. Or any other time or place. And so naturally I've been watching television.

You looking for sympathy?

I've been comfortable. Not tired and so no thought of a nap, the sinuses could be better, but they could also be worse, so it's been a decent day, inside watching television or not. Just haven't had an urge to go outside which now seems to have become the norm. They say that's not good and so we look at our so called nice day declarations with a jaundiced eye.

A jaundiced eye?

They included one in the Detective Kit I got for five dollars and three Cheerios box tops from the Sherlock Holmes Master Detective Club.

The photo up top was taken at the How Weird Street Faire in San Francisco with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.