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April 20, 2017

Or Late

Thursday. Lights out at a decent hour to awaken at six minutes to six, this morning, catching the KPFA five minute news broadcast at just the right time. The usual get ready to head out to breakfast routine seeing signs of rain last night, but no indication we'll get more this morning. They're saying sun through Tuesday. We can handle it.

Anyway, a walk to breakfast passing the construction area, a trash container again in place, but no workers about. Ordered the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, no sign of the East Bay Times as I left.

A nice sun walking home taking the usual set of pictures, the potted tree in front of the Grand Fare Market fully in leaf, another picture in passing of the trash container by the construction area, no sign of workers in the building or on site. Still no sign of the East Bay Times when I got home either. My, my. Wonder what happened there.

Later. A call from the cardiologist's office on yesterday's Protime test - looks good, continue with the current dose - but otherwise nothing much going on at the moment until the body drives us out the door and we go wherever it is we decide to go.

Later still. Out the door, deciding finally to walk to the Lakeshore ATM and then straight back to the café near the health club for an ice cream sandwich and coffee, the temperature now much warmer. On again to the apartment to turn on the fan and listen to the news. Our walk for the day, taking all of one picture not worth processing.

Nothing on television. Not unusual for a Thursday. Bell Bottom Blues playing right now on the stereo, deciding to play the Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs album through. Another odd turn of events in this getting older business, playing songs once so important in the early seventies now bringing on a kind of sadness I don't really quite understand.

Remembrances of people and places? Old stupidities? Old flames?

“I was standing, looking in the face of one who loved me, didn't know my name”. Old songs, old times, old hearts, old rhymes. Only some too few pictures of them remain. Nostalgia, maybe. Like that.

Evening. Watched more of two movies on the tablet. You take a step forward, you take a step back. Where did these movies run before there was a Netflix or an Amazon Prime? In what theaters did they play? Or were they all made for the cable television channels to which I've never subscribed?

Checked out Charlie Rose and then went to bed. We are very good at going for bed, early or late.

The photo up top was taken at the Oakland Marathon that was run earlier this month with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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