Come Friday's Lesson
Tuesday. Up just before the alarm was due to go off after getting to bed before ten last night, the day again clear and sunny, the weather people saying more of the same through the week.
A haircut this morning at ten, so a bus downtown, a prescription refill to pick up on the way back. I drive down to Palo Alto to pick up that home Protime testing machine tomorrow morning and have a dentist's teeth cleaning appointment on Friday, so a busy week. And I say that only a third in jest. Well, maybe two-thirds in jest. The doing is easy, the thinking about it oddly sticky, the thought staying longer in mind than it should. Sticky thoughts, sticky concerns. Be nice to come up with a solvent.
Gas prices dropped another two cents at the station across from my morning restaurant. I'm wondering what that says about the economy. There are other reasons for gas prices to rise or drop, but one, the big one, is the level of demand and level of demand is the health of the economy. But just a two cent question, no need for it to become sticky, we're sticky enough as it is.
Later. The prescription refill wasn't ready, but the haircut went as planned (quite a bit shorter was the result) and we returned to the apartment in one piece. The UPS truck arrived just after noon delivering a leaning book shelf that needed an hour's unpacking and assembly, although that went pretty well. It's wider than I was thinking, so a book shelf will have to be moved after taking all the books out to lighten it up. We can do that, but one book at a time.
Lunch, now, I think, even though I had a bagel with cream cheese and coffee in the City Center (out at a table in the sun) after the haircut. I'm hungry more often these days than I have in the last couple of years. Good sign? Bad sign? We'll say good, but we're still wrestling with those three extra pounds. They aren't gaining on me, but then I'm not gaining on them.
Later still. A walk to the morning restaurant to have a grilled cheese sandwich, ice cream and lemonade, the sun rather nice sitting out on their patio in shirt sleeves. A leisurely walk back to the apartment to look at the new leaning bookshelf. We'll move the two large floor standing metal book cases all of our inches to make room between them, we will, but not til tomorrow unless something unexpected happens inside my head and madness takes over.
I'm a little tired, the back aches a bit as if I'd inadvertently stumbled into some exercise, so moving a ton of books isn't the first thing on my schedule at the moment.
Evening. I started at six with a Maigret I haven't seen before (off the wall and weird, but interesting), changing to a Korean thing forty-five minutes later that's managed to snag my interest for these last couple of weeks, remembering I had the option to watch the Maigret all over again at nine. And that's what I did.
Of course, watching the Maigret took us to ten-thirty before heading for bed (the off and wall and weird story line no better at the ending than at the beginning). The best thing that can be said is I got in quite a bit of time on the guitar and it looks as if we're going to be well prepared come Friday's lesson.