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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


May 25, 2017


Thursday. Lights out after the six minute NPR news broadcast at ten to awaken then at eight minutes before six, giving me just the right amount of time to get up, take a leak, weigh myself and then head for the kitchen to take the morning pills, returning to the bedroom with the electric razor in hand in time to listen as the KPFA five minute news starts at five minutes to six. I take this as a good omen, the day starting as it should, the morning juggle well in hand.

Anyway, no East Bay Times this morning when I set out at six-thirty, but a decent walk under a cloud covered sky (looking a little ominous, although they're saying a low to no chance of rain) to have the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. So far, so good. I'd say, here in the middle of our early morning babble-on.

The walk home, a couple of the usual pictures, wondering how yesterday's rose with the bug inside might be faring the day after. Nothing on the schedule today, but the ambition and attitude are in place and I had thoughts, just thoughts mind you, of doing a couple of chores I've been putting off around the apartment. Life in the fast lane, here in Oakland.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM and then a shuttle bus to the City Center where I had a tuna with Swiss cheese on a bagel sandwich and coffee out at a table in the sun. And a cool breeze, just at the edge of being too cold. Which meant I had the outside table area to myself to watch workmen taking down canvas booths that must have hosted a fair of some kind yesterday. A ring toss booth, a photo booth and such for the enjoyment of all. Didn't manage to take pictures.

A walk to the bus stop opposite the old Sears store, passing the construction site at 17th and then catching the bus straight home. Sunny, but colder than it was yesterday, and so I suspect we're done with the outdoors for the day.

Evening. Watched Democracy Now! to hear again the Jeremy Scahill interview on Trump's Duterte phone call. I must admit it brought me up short when I'd read about it earlier on the Intercept web site and wanted to hear it again. You think you can't be brought up short one more time in this political mess we're in, but then it does and it makes you wonder beyond wonder and then wonder again.

Now, now.

And that was about it for the evening. More time with the tablet than with television, although I watched most of Charlie Rose when it came on at eight, nothing on it (fortunately) to make we wonder again before going to bed. Didn't write this evening entry down until the next morning, but again, out of gas last night, let what memory remains to call on when scribbling it down the next morning.

The photo up top was taken at the How Weird Street Faire in San Francisco with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 24-70mm f 2.8 G Nikkor lens.