Monday. So far, so good. Up and back from breakfast at the usual hour in the usual routine seemingly extending this “clear headed” period. Not enough sleep last night. I stayed up to watch most of that hour long Korean soap, but gave up in disgust (with myself) for watching. These are all advertised as not being suitable for children under the age of fifteen, yet seem to be targeted to ten year olds. There's a broad vein of the slap stick in everything they do as if both can exist together in the same work without destroying it. I'm sure it's cultural and I'm not part of their target audience. I rack it up as an interesting outsider's way to see how story lines are created, the Korean culture teaching me about my own, but why that would be important at my age I don't know.
Anyway, a week without anything on the schedule. I talked about getting more pictures for my lake project, let's see if that fits somewhere in this day ahead.
Later. I set out and walked the mile or so halfway around the lake to take photographs for the lake project. They're doing quite a bit of work on the opposite side of the lake, enlarging the entrance to the bay to what it once was and extending cement walkways, so they've blocked off both the passing street sidewalk and circling path. I'll set out in the opposite direction later this week to finish up what I'm calling a first swipe in getting this project together. It will require more shooting with these photographs in hand, going back to various locations to get better shots through location and lighting, daylight and dark, but this first swipe is a start.
The two or three miles of walking this morning and not enough sleep last night were good for a hour's nap when I got back. Maybe take it easier for the rest of the day and use the next two days to recuperate. Two to be realistic. Good exercise, though. I don't seem to be slacking off as some internal mechanism appears to be keeping me out there and going.
Setting out I walked by this truck. Stopped me in my tracks more as something unique I've never seen before than any damage done to the truck itself that couldn't be fixed in ten minutes with a garden hose. I don't think. Corn starch? It doesn't eat paint or anything? Right? We eat the stuff. Right? The truck has Arizona plates. And dents. Someone in the neighborhood unhappy with Arizona or dented trucks? Or someone with a box of corn starch in one hand, a mixing cup in the other hand and a head full of something else last night? I'd go with something else.
Anyway, we've obviously had our excitement for the day. Yesterday was quite warm, warmer than just t-shirt weather and the temperatures inland in Lafayette were that much warmer. Reminds us that the Bay Area spring and fall have some of the warmest days of the year. Today is heading in the same direction. I'm looking outside now at two in the afternoon, haven't been outside since walking the lake around nine, but it's looking warm; it was looking to be quite warm when I returned this morning. Not necessarily photography weather. Or human being weather. (The weather report said is was up into the low nineties today. Hey.)
Later still. That movement between the C and D minor barre chords I've been worrying over. I'm still worrying. I go back and forth, back and forth over and over and it gets somewhat better, but only somewhat better. Just a little bitty bit better. At the rate I'm going I might have it clocked by Christmas. Merry Christmas.