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September 28, 2012

It Was After Eleven
Friday. To bed after eleven, yes, we understood we were playing with fire. Sparks, anyway. Up at eight, realizing we'd have to juggle a bit with breakfast as our guitar lesson was at ten-thirty, so a drive to find a place near the lesson where I always park and then a walk down the hill to the morning café to arrive before nine. I'm not used to fitting these tasks together in slightly different ways, it's not particularly stressful, but I do notice it and, now that I'm home, I'm happy to be done.

The lesson went well enough. Technically I have the sections down, but haven't spent enough time on the transitions that string them together, so that's the focus for the coming weeks (weeks, since I'll miss next week's lesson while at the wedding). A run by the supermarket on the way back to pick up some basics.

It seems to have become almost automatic after the guitar lesson given the ease of getting there from the area where I've parked. No sake this time, didn't even think about it. Well, didn't think for more than the second it takes to turn it around and then down without batting a lash. Interesting state to be in, I'd say. As I often say.

It's now noon, the sky is a dark grey overcast and the afternoon is ahead. I need to get a Protime (blood) test to see how the blood thinner is doing, schedule a routine car maintenance (might as well before I head out for L.A. next week) and to see why the side airbag not ready warning light came on as I was driving home this morning. Busy, busy in this new land of the retired where such simple tasks can be labeled as a busy long day.

It's a new world, Magoo.

A new world it is.

Later. The attitude is good, the outlook good, the body hasn't caught up, but I think I'm ready for the afternoon. A walk over to the ATM on Lakeview, an easy distance of less than a mile, a walk then up over the hill on Mandana to first drop off the guitar lesson check I'd managed to forget this morning and then farther on to the morning café for lunch. What will pass for lunch. The payment wasn't due until next week, but I'm not due until the week after.

OK, the decision is to bring the car in after breakfast on Monday morning to have it serviced while I go next door to the hospital lab to have the Protime test. No way I want to do it today. Hey.

Some guitar now as the news drones on in the background, maybe a nap. I'm surprised I haven't already taken a nap. It's after three, the sun has finally decided to show itself, but we're in the apartment for the rest of the day. No sushi or sake later, make do for dinner with something I picked up at the supermarket. Pretty exciting stuff, I'd have to say, even for a fast Friday in Oakland.

Evening. Well, at least the two hour long chapters of Foyle's War were over by ten. The evening has at least facilitated a long session on the guitar. We'll see how getting to bed after ten plays out in the morning. Which is what I said yesterday, I do believe, although I said it straight faced then when it was after eleven.

The photo up top was taken at the Folsom Street Fair with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.