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September 26, 2015

Like That

Saturday. Lights out early, to sleep pretty much right away, awakening at six after a good night's rest. No fitful dreaming about car batteries and engine compartments, overhanging cabinets or extension cords.

Extension cords?

Dreams can be weird.

Anyway, up and out the door to (what else?) drive for the first time in at least a month to breakfast. We disconnected the charger unit last night and reconnected it this morning when I got back. The car started like a shot, the lights were bright, everything operated as it should, but the charging unit was still blinking at twenty-five percent last night and I want to get it up over seventy-five.

Clear skies, another sunny day. The Folsom Street Fair tomorrow. If you're going to have nightmares you'd think Folsom Street whips and leather would make far better subjects.

Later. The battery charger is still blinking at the same twenty-five percent it's been blinking at now since it started. Brighter and faster, but no hint it's going beyond. So we'll give it another couple of hours and see if it's making progress or it's stuck.

A brief walk to the lake to find a group of tables, all devoted to dogs. Pet stores, adoption centers, toys, treats and photographs. The Caporeia group was practicing over toward the library and a decent band that's been playing now for these last several Saturdays was playing at their usual spot off the sidewalk at Grand in the shade. Took but two pictures, more to document their presence, than anything striking me among the pet tables demanding a photograph.

Later still. No thought to go out again, but spent time clearing out old magazines and dusting in the bedroom. Can't tell why this should be a task I put off so easily and so often when it's so easy to get done.

The fifty percent button is now blinking. We'll let it run overnight and then see where we stand. Doesn't really matter, I guess, unless the draining of the battery was caused by something other than my not driving it for more than a mile a week now for such a long time.

Evening. Another evening with nothing on television, although I did skip around looking at some of the national network channels I usually avoid, catching a bit of this, catching a bit of that, even some time watching a football game. To bed early again, I'd think, the Folsom Street Fair tomorrow. Need to charge one's batteries and steel one's nerves for something like that.

The photo up top was taken last year at the Folsom Street Fair with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.