In The Paper
Sunday. Lights out about ten, up without an alarm at six forty-five feeling good, out the door with the three Sunday papers (takes an extra hour to read the Sunday papers and even then you can't really say you've “read” them) on a morning that looks a lot like yesterday morning. Nothing on the schedule other than going over to the lake again with the longer lens on a camera.
Later. And so over to the lake with the longer lens on the camera, the sky overcast with occasional appearances of direct sun. A photograph of a Ruddy Duck, just to document the fact, a couple of photographs of a line of Mallards at the Mallard hangout. A smaller group of the usual crew exercising, a drummer and a guitar player sounding good.
And back to the apartment. Not dizzy, no vertigo, but intermittent out of focus images that are not unknown and, unfortunately, not uncommon in the later mornings, but when they arrive it slows you down. A nap that lasted almost two hours, the last hour of actual sleep, up now after one in the afternoon letting the day come into focus. Feel better, we'll go out again, but not sure where.
Later still. Thinking maybe a sandwich down the way I set out for Coffee With A Beat and walked by a bus stop just as a bus pulled up. Hmm. Got on the bus. I knew nothing was open in the City Center on a Sunday, a Sunday afternoon at two in the afternoon, anyway, but still climbed on the bus. So much for coffee, with or without a beat.
Off the bus at the City Center checking to be sure nothing was open, taking a picture of people taking a picture down below near the entrance to the BART station. On then by City Hall heading for Broadway, another group doing something with video. A nod in passing.
A walk back to the apartment along Broadway passing a mural I've passed by and photographed a number of times, but today there were no cars parked in front of it and so a photograph. A stop at the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a roll of Necco wafers (lunch), a detour to document the construction site. Nice to be out, but boy-howdy was my head not interested in the trip, the day, the life. Not so perhaps the body that enjoyed the walk.
Ah, well. A slow Sunday. Another attempt at a nap and then the usual listen to the news in the background on television as I worked with the pictures. Nothing on television that I can find so to bed early to search for something on the tablet. I may have to start inventing my own entertainment (other than the photographs).
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed to watch a series called Damages, lady lawyers playing nasty in an even nastier world of lies, deceit and horror. My, my. Sounds like something you'd read about in the paper.