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September 16, 2014

What We'll Do

Tuesday. To bed with the fan sitting at the foot of the bed so we can comfortably sleep under the covers, to sleep by ten. Well, just after ten, but the lights were off before ten and the intentions were good. Maybe not gold star good, but we're still doing OK with the get to sleep early at night business. Life is better this way. He said.

Awake and up before the alarm, off to breakfast somewhat earlier than usual, still had to hustle to finish the papers over two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee. Taking a chance on cured meats with those two strips of bacon.

Home now, the sun breaking through, feeling pretty good. Need to take care of this month's bills and then, maybe, do something here (relatively unheard of) for the apartment. The idea is intriguing. Clean this, rearrange that, see if the vacuum cleaner still works. Always feel better after such an effort, yet there's been so few of them attempted. A good sign for the attitude, the energy and the day or a bad sign indicating a deteriorating brain? Hard to know anymore.

Later. Some dusting in the bedroom and the living room, recharging the batteries in two of the older and less often used cameras, no thought of a nap or crashing out in front of the fan. A minimal set of tasks after talking about doing something around here, still more than I've accomplished in a while.

A walk finally over to the apartment house construction site to take a set of pictures before walking on to the bus stop down at Perkins to catch the bus downtown to have a bun and coffee at a table in front of the bagel shop. Bright sun, too warm to sit other than in the shade, a light cool breeze that made sitting there not unlike sitting at home in front of the fan. You keep to a t-shirt in the shade and all is well.

Back on the bus to get off early and pick up an ice cream bar, finishing it as I again approached the construction site, heading left on Bellevue to take the usual photographs, then along the sidewalk on Grand, then around the corner, my picture taking duties done.


I guess I'm committed to follow through with this damned construction site project.

Evening. Watched a series I'd never heard of before on the tablet for a couple of hours, lying down with the fan at the foot of the bed. No complaints. Nothing on television, usual for a Tuesday evening.

This marks a week of no almost no guitar, feeling no building guilt in going to a lesson less than prepared this lesson day afternoon, but I'm thinking there's probably a way of approaching it from a somewhat different direction that might lead me back. I'm not ready to give up completely - at least I don't think I am - but I figured it would be good to just put it aside for a week. Maybe two. And so that's what we'll do.

The photo up top was taken this at the Solano Stroll with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-70mm f/2.8 G Nikkor lens.