Not Dead Yet
Monday. So, too much sake last night. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but it wasn't so much that I needed to have a long talk with myself in front of a mirror. Still, worth raising an eyebrow this morning brushing my teeth, a brief “what in the fuck are you up to, my predictable little man?” to note that I'd noticed. Plenty of sake still left sitting in the kitchen to see if I hold my own tonight. Or tomorrow. Instructive (and a little depressing).
On a lighter note, the price of gas is now down by eighty-eight cents since the 1st of July, I'm sure that's going to allow the purchase of our next SUV. Well, maybe not with the economy in the tank. Tanking economies suck, well known here in Oakland.
And how are things in Oakland?
I have no idea. I live in an apartment building with thirteen units, counting the penthouse on top, most of them inhabited by younger folks in their twenties, thirties and forties without any kids with a few relics like myself thrown in for diversity and I've noticed, in the last couple of months, two or three of them who are here during the work week. At least two are technical geeks, not hard to recognize, and maybe they've had their jobs outsourced. The two lawyers (maybe the one lawyer) seem to remain employed. I have no idea if others in the building are hurting, if they're at the front of a wave extending all the way back to China or if they're folks caught in the normal everyday churning of the economy. Are we in for a crash? Are we in a crash? I guess we'll know pretty quick, no need to speculate.
Did you watch today's market?
I'm not touching it without chemical emotional fortification and we talked about that at the start. The market is the market and it is noted for an history of going exactly where it wants.
Meanwhile, of course, I had breakfast at the usual place, reading the papers, noting one or two familiar faces who keep a similar routine. One or two women my age but no indication of interest other than to subtlety notice one another's presence: no “good mornings” and such lest they lead to communication. Loners to the core over eggs and toast.
Later. No walking today, blame it on the sake last night. Maybe my wink in the mirror wasn't enough. Still, the beginning of a week, still plenty of opportunity ahead for progress.
Two items on my list: clean up the camera insurance and finish the wedding photographs, particularly those I've owed Mr. & Mrs. X. How I've allowed those to lapse so long is beyond my comprehension. Why I've not agonized, why I've not burned candles, why have I altogether ducked out? Here in Oakland?
Because you're a creep?
Creep's too icky, I'm not that far gone. Because I'm a slothful photographer who's fires may be flickering but he's not dead yet.