The Fast Lane
Saturday. I mentioned I haven't had any sake in a while. Silly me. Last night I drank two of the little Ozeki Sake Dry's, the equivalent of two glasses of wine. This on top of a larger dose of the pain meds, the label on which suggests you not drink any alcohol (buster) if you wish to stay alive. Well, better to not drive. (Buster.) Naturally the combination worked fine (no, I didn't get in the car, I don't usually unless the moon is full and absolutely necessary) and I had a nice buzz of an evening. Believe me, after the sixties (and seventies), this was flying on the cheap, but nice none the less. No complaints, no regrets.
Up this morning after eight, none of this set the alarm for six stuff, feeling fuzzy headed, yes, but feeling much better on the walk back, the sky overcast and the air nippy. Much better than yesterday, let me tell you. Tomorrow evening is the Dylan concert, have to figure out how I'm going to drive and where I'm going to park, a dentist's appointment Tuesday morning to have a crown replaced (that should be a thrill without dental insurance) and a class on retouching photographs that evening in San Francisco in an area of the city I'm not altogether familiar with. I'll do it, but it may turn into an adventure.
It's noon and the sun is coming out, the farmer's market having another two hours before it's closed. Maybe a walk back looking for pictures, the refrigerator full of apples, oranges, tomatoes and such, no need to buy anything wholesome and bring it back. Trudge back. Any time you carry anything more than a camera it's “trudge” in my book.
That seems overly cute.
Later. A decent walk, maybe forty-five minutes, no speed records set, for some reason deciding to take a picture of every closed store front I passed on Lakeshore beyond the farmer's market. The photographs are down and dirty, nothing to recommend them, but something I've been thinking of trying now for a while. The photo of the empty Busy Body Home Fitness store is where I suggested I might buy a pair of the small bar bells you see people carting about. So much for that. (Thank you.) I've been thinking of mapping closed store fronts with a camera along Broadway and in some of my other haunts. Ghoulish thought? I'll need to step back and frame them more carefully, take more interesting shots, come up with a better presentation. Might work.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon and I'm a bit hungry, although I ate what for me is a fairly large breakfast. Maybe something will strike my imagination later. Some though of another sojourn downtown although why I cannot say.
Six in the evening now, no longer hungry. This seems to be a pattern, some thoughts of food in the mid-afternoon, no thoughts of food later. As I said, a big breakfast followed by a bowl of Cheerios around four. Probably not a diet to admit to on the internet. Then again, then again. Life in the fast lane here in Oakland.