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November 29, 2016

Like That

Tuesday. I managed to get submerged in one of the tablet Netflix movies last night and ended up not turning out the lights until well after ten, awakening at six-thirty and getting up without particular effort to walk to breakfast, running late enough that it was getting quite light. A bit cold, the eyes were tearing up in the cold, but otherwise a decent walk.

One surprise: Someone had scattered clothing on the sidewalk below the Lakeshore school. Hard to say where it had come from as there was so much of it. Someone going through a suitcase and just throwing the contents around? Doesn't look like a big enough suitcase to contain it all. Someone who came by in a car? Pushing a supermarket basket? Who knows? Why my interest?

Anyway, a decent breakfast and the walk back home, the sun bright, the air still cold. A pampered Californian's cold, the sun bright, the papers saying the drought is far from over, although we've now had good rain in October and November. The proof will be in the December through February total, the three months where we usually get most of our rain. We could really do with a good total this coming December through February and put off this climate change driven drought for this one coming year.

A good looking Tuesday, maybe we'll go out and take pictures. Later.

Later. I did set out for a walk and ended up heading to the morning restaurant, but then crossing Grand when I reached it to walk back to the Grand Lake theater and around to Lakeshore and the ice cream shop where I had a banana split. A banana split. I haven't had one in decades. Literally decades. They seem to make them the way I remember: a banana, split lengthwise, with three scoops of ice cream on top. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream garnished with small sliced strawberries instead of cherries. And it was good. It really was.

Back to the apartment to lie down, the stomach sending signals maybe something was going on with the banana split. This lasted for an hour and then was gone. Worth the worry, but it had me going.

The news playing on television, Trump again, listening while processing the few pictures I took out walking.

Evening. Democracy Now devoted its full hour to a Bernie Sanders interview, the last half of which I'd listened to on the radio this morning and so watching that first half I'd missed.

Discovering, after all these years, a difference between the Fender Stratocaster and the Telecaster when I picked up the Telecaster this late afternoon, after having practiced these last several months on the Strat alone.

The Telecaster is strung with lighter strings than the Strat and it was immediately clear in playing, in moving between frets, that is was somehow much easier to play the Telecaster. So much so I don't understand how I couldn't/wouldn't have noticed this in the past. Nice though. Suddenly I was able to play pieces smoothly and make chord changes faster. Just like that.

The photo up top was taken walking home from a banana split lunch today with a Nikon D500 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.