Saturday. I did get into John LeCarré's latest novel last night. I've threatened often enough to see if I can't get back to more reading after a life of reading. Interesting start. We'll see how it goes.
Slept in until six-forty, not getting out the door to walk to breakfast until after seven, but a decent enough walk with plenty of light, passing by this parked at the bottom of my hill. A young man's fancy. Still, looks like a nice day ahead, clear skies later, but not too hot.
The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Seems larger written here than it does going down. Anyway, the walk back home, the usual pandorea picture taken too quickly. Better to have crouched down for the shot (the off lighting aside), but I'm not much into “crouching down” these days, I've discovered.
More pictures, the store window, the picture I was taking when the car pulled over and the guy jumped out to steal my camera, so we've a least flushed a little more of that memory out of the system.
There's a oyster festival of some kind later today at Jack London Square that I'm thinking of attending. Take a proper camera and see about those oysters while we still have some left in this warming world.
Later. A bus not long after twelve to Jack London Square. Plenty of people about, but no oyster vendors. None I could find, anyway. I'd brought a camera with the long zoom lens in the backpack, but didn't bother to take it out, just walked the area. Haven't been to Jack London in some time. It's changed. More restaurants, more outdoor seating, more gentrified.
A walk then back up Broadway to photograph the umbrella decorations they'd put up along 9th Street. I'd photographed a single set of them coming home from the Oakland ChinaFest, but hadn't realized they were planning on lining both sides of the street above the sidewalks with them. And so, pictures.
Walked to Washington to have a sandwich and soda at an outside table to kill time before the next bus came along Broadway. Hungry. Home by three, tired and ready to lie down for an hour. A nap and television and the afternoon is done.
Evening. Did some reading, watched some television, not very good television, and then to bed to pick up where I'd left off with Mr. LeCarré.