Saturday. Lights out reasonably early last night after watching one or two things on the tablet, the tablet working well, to awaken then at twenty to six and so get up without any hurrying, checking the window to see if it was raining. It wasn't, but figured I'd drive just in case. They were saying rain today, after all.
There was no sign of the East Bay Times sticking my head out the apartment house front door to see, car keys in hand, but deciding in a brief second to walk to breakfast instead of the car. Which I did. Didn't look like rain, but there were clouds in the distance, both to what I was calling the south and to the north. The weather people have been saying it's going to rain through the day.
Made it to breakfast without damage, had the corned beef hash, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Enough so that I didn't quite finish it all (we'll see if the corned beef comes back to bite us later). Good. So far.
Headed out the door with the sun shining through a break in the clouds but it had started raining. Hard. Big drops that looked like long water lines striking the pavement just as a bus pulled up at the stop. Hadn't taken the morning picture of the gas station sign yet, hadn't taken a picture of the pandorea flower (good grief!), looked at the rain that now seemed to be stopping and decided to skip taking the bus, but took the pictures instead.
Lots of really dark clouds coming from what I was calling the south (could have been more west than south, but coming none the less) and so walked somewhat more briskly than I usually do home, rain drops yes, but nothing too over the top. Home to sit down and deal with yesterday's entry before posting, going through the not unusual “what in the hell are you doing writing and then posting this drivel for all to see!!” routine, a routine that more often occurs in bed at night still awake, thinking.
Some rain out there now, the thought is no chance heading to Japantown today, but attend the San Francisco Cherry Blossom Festival tomorrow. The parade itself is Sunday, next weekend.
Later. I was wrong about the rain. Seems the Weather Underground, not to mention the weather, is saying sun for the rest of the day and through Tuesday, so maybe a trip to Japantown? Sitting here at eleven I'm thinking rave on McDuff, but who knows?
Later still. A walk over to the lake thinking I really should take a proper camera and lens to do a proper shoot of a cormorant fishing for nest making materials and not settle for a snapshot. A walk on then by the morning restaurant to take a couple of pictures along the way, returning to the apartment and hole up watching television. Sunny, but chilly with the wind, let's hope it's warmer tomorrow.
Or else you'll crap out again on the Cherry Blossom Festival?
Best not to joke. I have an ongoing worry, not that we won't get there one day, age matters, but that we'll get to that day sooner than we want to imagine.
But not tomorrow.
Definitely not tomorrow.
Evening. Just a bit of blow-back from this morning's breakfast was the thought after getting in bed and watching a movie on the tablet. The brain seemed to lose the story line with symptoms that seemed more like very light ocular shenanigans that being tired and the mind wandering. Are we at a point where a wandering mind comes in flavors? In categories? We'll think about such things tomorrow unless we get lucky and totally forget it ever happened.