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August 28, 2018

Nine

Tuesday. Lights out before ten, my lights out not long after, to awaken briefly at four-twenty, for some reason, wide awake enough to decide to get up and take the blood pressure: 100/63. Safe enough. Back to sleep and then to awaken at six-twenty, just about right. Up to get ready to walk to breakfast on an overcast, but not particularly cool morning, the eyes behaving most all of the way.

The avocado omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, more because I had no preference whatsoever and babbled avocado when the waitress appeared. OK. Read the papers and was ready to head home by eight-thirty.

Again, the usual pictures. Lots of scooters scattered about and so another shot of the Grand Lake theater and a flower below the Lakeview school. It seemed cooler than it had earlier and there was a very light sprinkle of rain. Not enough to get you wet, but there it was, tingling along. More scooter pictures and we were home.

Some odd memory glitches that needed correcting in looking at yesterday's entry and so posting it once, then twice, then thrice. More of these as we age. Nothing too terrible, nothing to worry too much about, Alzheimer's comes to mind, although it does keep you on edge. Watching. Scratching your head.

Later. Tired to the point of fried and so lied down on the bed for a couple of hours, starting to feel clearer and better around four in the afternoon. Happens too often. Drifted along for those two hours listening to a series of climate change related programs, but no thought to photograph the Rally To Free Mumia Abu-Jamal being held downtown at Frank Ogawa Plaza by the Oakland City Hall. No thought to do other than what I was doing, just lying there, fried.

Evening. Much better. Can't say that for the half dozen Netflix and Prime movies/TV series I started and soon decided they weren't for me. Not totally unusual, but frustrating. Is it them or is it me? I suspect a bit of both, unfortunately.

In bed by eight (the blood pressure 121/71 and so no med tonight), lights out by nine.

At the Oakland Chinatown StreetFest taken with a Nikon D500 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.


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