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November 25, 2016

As Said

Friday. To bed early to awaken just after six, feeling good. You may have noticed I've been talking about this “feeling good” business for some time. OK, up to go through the usual routine except for heading out to breakfast as the morning café won't open again until tomorrow. Read the papers, took a dose of the pain meds and then took a nap. The clear head was starting to cloud with sinus problems and I didn't want to take a chance it would go any further. “Gun shy” they call it. The nap lasted for over an hour.

Later. And so a decent day as we get into mid-afternoon. A walk to the burger drive-in for a grilled chicken sandwich that I stayed long enough this time to order and take home. Haven't been all that hungry this day even though I haven't eaten all that much. Back to one-fifty on the scale this morning after having been up a couple of pounds these last few weeks. Two weeks.

All kinds of email and inducements to buy camera gear this last week, an extra hundred dollars off already discounted prices from my camera store, and I would buy something if there was something I needed. Or wanted. We're well into the want stages anymore, needs having been taken care now for a long time. So we'll pass.

Later still. Finished clearing the photographs hanging off the living room bookcases. Some thought to clear the few remaining camera cases and such set along the base of the shelves, move the two recliners into better position and take back my living room again. I can do this was the thought. My, my. This may fly.

Watched most of the Washington - Washington State game on television, switching between it and the PBS News Hour during the last half. I haven't been following Washington or any other team, but evidently they have a chance of entering the national playoffs and would already be in it if they hadn't screwed up last week and lost to USC. Haven't watched this much football in a while. Not sure if that's a step forward or a step back, but at least it's something different. Paying attention to something else, whatever else, break the rut.

Evening. I'd listened to most of Democracy Now this morning on the radio and listened to it straight through again this evening, the full hour devoted of Yip Harburg, the lyricist (black listed during the McCarthy era) who wrote the lyrics to the song “Brother Can You Loan Me A Dime?” and the musical “The Wizard of Oz” because, well, just because.

Harburg also did the lyrics to Finian's Rainbow that was brought back to Broadway a number of times after its original run, one of them in 1968 where I suspect I saw it at a weekend show. The memory again. I knew zip about Harburg and black lists then.

A little tired, the pain meds long worn off by now, but feeling OK. Watched New Tricks at seven, a bit of the Charlie Rose interview on Putin and how he ticks at eight, didn't bother to check out Dalziel & Pasco at all. What is it about the Dalziel character that puts me so off? Tired, as said.

The photo up top was taken at the Lake Merritt farmers market last month with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 135mm f 2.0 DC Nikkor lens.