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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


 


February 8, 2021

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Monday To sleep sooner than later last night to awaken then at five-thirty, blink and it was a quarter after six to go through the usual get up routine and set out walking to breakfast under low lying clouds, arriving to enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up around nine to set out for home under still low lying clouds, the temperature just fine and taking pictures of flowers blooming on plants that had been bereft of them now for a while. I obviously know nothing about flowering plants, their cycles, their names, even though my parents were avid gardeners.

Home to take a selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer after a race to the bathroom, starting on this to finish up just after eleven. The restaurant owner had asked if I'd had my first virus shot yet as she was due to have one later today. No, but my sister was due to get her first shot in Oregon today and I'd gotten an appointment to get mine four weeks from now in March.

Later. Got word that an old friend I first met when I came to San Francisco in 1969 had died yesterday, his wife posting on Facebook. It's always too soon, didn't have anything to do with the CORONA virus, but he'd been failing now for some time and it was unfortunately expected. Still sad to hear. We had some good times and there's a large group of his old friends who will miss him.

Evening. A call from my sister. She did indeed get that first virus shot this morning and it seems to have gone well. Her shoulder a little sore, a little of this and that, but good. Looking forward to getting mine.

Nothing on television I want to watch and so I've been slogging through Waking The Dead on Britbox. Again it seems to keep me coming back, but the story lines are filled with little actions by the characters that seem off as in the sense that real people, even invented people, wouldn't be doing them.

That doesn't make sense.

I know. I should either not make the comment or go back to make it clearer to both myself and the reader.

The 2018 How Weird Street Festival taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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