Tuesday. That was easy. Up again just before six, to breakfast somewhat early to finish by seven forty-five to make my appointment at the dentist's office and have the new crown put in place. I'd forgotten just what was required (other than to pay for the damned thing when it was done, that aspect I don't think I'll forget), but it didn't involve novocaine or any particular discomfort, getting out in short order and now here at the apartment preparing to set out for a haircut. I haven't decided whether or not to have it cut back to short again. Half the time I'm liking it long, half the time I'm thinking it's a mistake. Doesn't matter, really. Not at my age. I guess.
Later. Overcast with a very light rain, as I headed out on the bus; the sun out, the sky clear, the wind brisk an hour later as I walked back. Unexpected, but good. I'll go over the various exercises in order on the guitar in preparation for my lesson tomorrow morning, try to demonstrate progress; then another doctor's appointment in the afternoon and I've cleared the calendar for the coming holiday and we're four days at home, home free. Deedle-dee-dee.
Let's not get too icky now, shall we?
Nothing much in the way of pictures. I arrived early for my haircut appointment so I had a cup of coffee at a window table in the restaurant next door to the hair stylist's shop and got to looking at the mermaid statue in the fountain. I took a couple of pictures, one from inside through the window, one then outside trying a different angle, followed by one of the reflection in the restaurant window.
What was I seeing? Did any of the resulting images work? Doesn't matter, the critical thing is to see and then explore. Sometimes it turns out, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it doesn't turn out because there was nothing really there, more often (in my case) because I didn't pursue it hard enough, far enough. Whichever, it all works out.
Later still. A walk down and around the area of my morning café to photograph a new gasoline price at the 76 station, realizing it dropped two cents from $3.23 to $3.21, probably a few days ago, and I managed to miss it. I'm not sure why I still do this, track the gas prices at this station, other than it's easy to track as it sits across from a place I visit every morning and I've done it long enough now to have it thoroughly ingrained as a habit. Or a rut. One of my ruts. But what the hell, we'll probably slog on with it forever for reasons inexplicable.