In The Basement
Tuesday. I mentioned I've run out of photographs for the journal. The picture above is cute enough, one I haven't run before, but I've already run another I think is better of the subject and to some degree that's a bit like cheating. Just thought I'd mention it. I'm the only one who can do anything about it and I've given up on lecturing myself anymore given my track record. Yes, I'm now carrying a camera with a 35mm lens in the hope I'll be more productive on the street, but that particular combination isn't good for portraits. Landscape photographs with more than one person, yes, go with the 35, but well. Mumble. Just do it. Don't talk about it, do it. OK? Are we listening? Are we awake?
Oh, and that camera insurance payment I mentioned yesterday that was due pretty quick? It was due yesterday. Yes. I'm no longer covered. I wrote a check and dropped in the mail at the post office last night, but how dumb is that? Let's hope the local B & E boys are working the block down the street this week.
Up this morning for breakfast at the usual place. My waitress has been describing some of my fellow customers at the café, three of them in particular, and how they go on and on, changing their orders and bugging her to give them discounts when they ask for substitutions on the menu. Gives me a different perspective when I run into them in the mornings. Now is that the one she meant? He did that? Is she the one who...? Better, perhaps, to focus on reading the papers.
A drive over to the hospital for my annual physical blood test. “Have I been fasting?” Fasting? My, my. Back tomorrow morning before rather than after breakfast, not having read the fine print. Well, not so fine print. If I can't get my camera insurance in on time, who's going to expect me to pay attention to a slip of paper? Not I. Not here, in Oakland.
Later. Quite warm again, the highs in the low eighties, the humidity between sixty and seventy percent. Best to stay inside, I think. Sit here as I am in front of the fan. Rationalize this because I'm doing my laundry, and I am doing my laundry, six loads. Can't leave the building when you're doing your laundry in the basement.