Sunday. Lights out not long after nine to awaken then at close to six-thirty, running a little late, which is good on a Sunday when driving takes so much less time to arrive. Overcast again after two days of early morning sun, out the door in time to arrive just before seven, the weekend waitress setting out the patio tables as I was parking. Good.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast, going through the papers to finish by nine. Fires everywhere here and in Europe from what I'm reading. A different world from the one I was born in, but then that's always been the case, it's just that I've now actually lived long enough to experience the changes.
This is going where?
Just musing. A single picture of the sidewalk and the fellow with the tattooed arms. Not many people running around with tattoos as elaborate and extensive as these back when I was his age. Another element of change, not that it makes any difference. Big time back in my time was to see one at all other than a small one, say, on the ankle or up high on an arm.
Maybe you hung out with a less adventuresome crowd.
Maybe it's time I stop this now.
Later. Noticed one of the public stations was broadcasting a live performance of Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci at noon and so watched Cavalleria Rusticana and then some of Pagliacci before heading for the bedroom to watch an episode of a series I've been following on the tablet.
I listened to a lot of opera starting in high school and then through college, had an opportunity to attend a number of operas at the old Met and managed to acquire fifty or so complete l.p. recordings during that period, fewer added later on CD's. Been a while since I've listened to any of them. So today I did. Just a bit, you understand, switching back and forth with the golf tournament.
I suspect they'll now sit untouched again for longer than I care to admit. Still, nice to remember what once was. Haven't just limited it to opera, of course, have a similar drought going on with rock and roll.
Evening. Watched the usual two episode reruns of Elementary that started at five, bailing on the second one halfway through. Still not sure why I watch them, but then I think of some of the things I've watched lately on Netflix and Prime and I suspect maybe I don't want to know why. Me-oh-my.