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May 29, 2017


Monday. To bed early to awaken well after six, which is good, as I'd been warned the morning restaurant would be opening half an hour later this morning. Took my time getting ready to head out thinking I'd drive, as it was a holiday and no meters, but kept the option of walking in mind. After all, we've been complaining about not getting enough exercise. Well, more babbling than complaining.

Today is the weekly trash pickup day and so out the door to drop one last tin can into one of the the containers positioned for pickup in front of the apartment house. Overcast, cool air, but comfortable and so - what the hell? - decided to walk to breakfast. A small win, not driving, but a win none the less.

The plain waffle with sliced strawberries and bananas, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, a single picture of a usual subject walking home. The sinus-upper palate that was out of control yesterday seems now quiescent, how or why that happens one way or another I'll never know. Yesterday it was hyper active and right now it's not. As I may have mentioned more than once in the past.

Nothing on the schedule. Not sure if anything is going on in the area, but we're feeling reasonably good, I'd say, at least compared with yesterday's travelogue. We might even venture out to photograph a parade if there were a parade to photograph (not too far away).

Later. The usual television news shows and a sit down to finally read the manual on how to set auto-focus for flying birds, making the changes and then walking over to the lake to test the settings. It seems to work. A bit surprised to see the Black-Ringed gull's leg had been banded when I opened the picture on the computer, but otherwise happy with the results. A small step closer to learning how to properly setup a camera after twenty years of resistance.

Oh. And it also seems to work with a sleeping goose.

Evening. Watched a couple of things on the tablet, spent a minimal amount of time with the guitar and then ended up watching an Inspector Lewis episode at eight, one I wasn't sure I'd seen before.

“Watching” may be stretching it a bit. The computer station is located not far from the television set in the living room, but it's positioned against the same wall and so I can hear the dialogue, but can't see the screen. Distracted watching/listening might be a more accurate description and why I'd say I wasn't sure if I'd seen it before.

And that's important why?

I've been reading stories that seem to be appearing more often in the press these days about memory loss, shrinking vocabularies and the like due to age, concussions, signs of dementia and the like and so keep an eye out for, um, similar signs. So, some guitar, some tablet, some television and an eye on signs.

Enough now. Time for bed, I'm thinking.

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.