But Just Some
Friday. To bed before ten, up this morning with the alarm to hear the latest on the Boston Marathon bombing as I was heading out for breakfast. Won't be any of it yet in the papers over breakfast, but the various news programs I'll be listening to throughout the day will take care of that. Life stumbles on, I guess.
It's somehow important you keep up?
Bread and circuses for the masses, my man. We masses have to keep up.
A good attitude, so far. The day is nice, they're saying the weekend will be equally nice for the festival and the parade and I'm feeling upbeat. Upbeat to the point I'm thinking of a rearranging, cleanup project here at the apartment. Believe me, that's upbeat.
But will you follow through?
If I don't, I'll use something like learning a new technique in Photoshop or Lightroom to avoid it, so we get a payoff whichever way it plays. So we're upbeat. Diddle-dee-deet.
The guitar lesson in another couple of hours. Again, we'll see if I really know what I'm saying when I say I'm ready for my one meeting with reality each and every week.
Later. It went well. Knocked out the finger picking exercise. Not as well as I was doing it in practice, but well enough. We're on to the next exercise. The song, Cream's Sunshine of Your Love, was a little rocky in the sense of fitting it along the music, but I expected that. We'll do better when we've played it against the music all this coming week. Yes we will. I think.
Home to then take a bus to the ATM on Broadway (broke and hungry after breakfast) with a walk back to the apartment, picking up an ice cream cone and a small packet of cashews on the way back. Enough for a lunch? Probably not.
Evening. Tired for whatever reason. Nothing so far on television I want to watch. Followed along with the news on the earlier coverage of the discovery and arrest of the remaining marathon bomber. Good they got him, but no compelling reason to follow it particularly closely other than the day was going slowly and I was playing along on the guitar. Playing at playing the guitar.
To bed early if I'm halfway smart, although I've been thinking of picking up again on a Netflix movie I started last week. Last week? Yes, I believe it was. Last week. You can tell how focused, how passionate my immersion in current cinema.
Still, I did play with an old scan or two to see if I could salvage something more than I was able to salvage when I first took the pictures. Somewhat better, but just some, here in incremental Oakland.