To The Bottom
Sunday. To bed early, but I ended up reading until after eleven. Chalk one up on the negative side for getting to sleep late, chalk one up on the positive side for actually reading for the first time in a long time with some interest before going to sleep.
Off to breakfast and back after seven under a cloudy, but not looking like rain is on the way sky. Yesterday's forecast was saying a forty percent chance of rain today so I guess we'll know soon enough. Here now at ten having posted yesterday's entry after much labor in an attempt to bring it into coherence. I do occasionally wonder (with just a touch of dread), usually in bed as I'm drifting off at night, why I'm doing this, why I've been doing this for over a decade.
The writing doesn't have a conscious purpose, every day is pretty much the same. Even the photographs, although I do spend time and energy with them, have no real impetus or drive behind to make them into something more. Is this good or bad? I am retired, the days of climbing mountains are theoretically behind me, we're not competing in any real sense, although there is always ego involved. Is that it? Just the ego going off, your public image and all that? Maybe one day we'll know, maybe one day we won't.
Pass the pepper please?
Yes indeed. Get back to reality.
Later. Another one of my little debates: should I take the car (it's Sunday, after all) and head down to Jack London Square, check out a local art and crafts exhibition I'd seen mentioned and pick up a dozen hangers and a bag of tea lights at Bed, Bath & Beyond or take the bus, walk down to Jack London and skip the B, B & B run so as not to have to carry a bunch of stuff home on a bus in a bag?
The bus won out. Gives you an idea of how little I like to drive, although once I get in the car it all seems to dissolve. Been some time since I've had any hesitancy once I'm behind the wheel.
Anyway, nothing much in the way of pictures. I brought along a camera with the 135mm lens, reasoning it would give me a little different look at the world. This one turned out OK, even if it was an accident as I was walking toward the bus stop checking the camera settings. Better than the usual accidental off kilter picture of the sidewalk. I wouldn't have cropped it like that had I been “thinking”. Thinking is good unless it takes over and closes out much needed goof-offs that lead to growth.
I did check out the arts and crafts exhibition, nothing there that really interested me, maybe because I was feeling a little funky as I was walking, sitting down afterward to let the head clear. Walked through the Sunday farmers market and did go by Bed, Bath & Beyond to buy those clothes hangers and tea lights. A bus and then another bus back home, getting off at the 7-11 look-alike to bring home a sandwich and an ice cream cone.
A nap now, I think, a little tired after my outing, although I didn't walk all that much. Maybe it's the time of the day, early going into mid-afternoon, nap time for people who are able to allow the body dictate the schedule. An advantage of being retired. A good rationalization. That and a declining body and mind.
Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Sounds like it's time for you to take a nap too.
Evening. So the six o'clock Italian police procedural was another dud I'm familiar with, so we listened to a talking heads program on PBS while practicing, adding another hour or so with Moyers &Company that followed right after. We are gold on the guitar. We are done for the day. And our fingers hurt. How much better could it get?
I take it you're looking for a pat on the top of your head?
Better than a boot to the bottom.