Tuesday. Lights out and my lights out not long after nine to awaken at ten minutes to six. Good. Both times right on the mark. Up feeling pretty good first thing in the morning to walk to breakfast on another overcast, but not overly cool day, arriving to find the waitresses opening the restaurant and so settled in with the papers after turning on the dining area lights.
The French toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, going a little harder on the coffee than usual, finishing up not long before nine and heading out the door to walk home feeling pretty good, considering. Stopped to make a haircut appointment for next Friday morning before coming up on a young woman in her early twenties waiting on a red light across from the Grand Lake theater who was screaming at someone at the top of her lungs across the street below the Lakeview school. Really screaming. Over the top mad. Upset. Took my time approaching, letting her walk on ahead when the light changed to green, still shouting at the top of her lungs.
She approached a young man her age who was the target of her anger and the two of them stood and screamed at one another, couldn't tell what about from a distance. No thought to take a picture, didn't want to have them include me in their battle. Odd to see the young man give her a hug now and again before breaking apart to stomp off into the middle of the street, all the while continuing screaming. They parted ways when they approached the lake. Quite a show. A breakup? How could it not? Or was this just a traffic bump in their ongoing affair? Neither one physically struck the other, but scream they did.
You should have taken a picture.
I know. Didn't really think. Just didn't raise the camera. So much for my being a street photographer.
A video with sound would have been better. Your cameras do shoot video you know.
So I've been told.
Anyway, a not overly informative photograph of the workers still shoveling away the once ivy covered hill beside the sidewalk near the corner of Euclid not far from my apartment, another selfie when I got home to post yesterdays entry before starting the laundry. No choice on the laundry. It's past time.
Later. OK, a little slow, a little tired, but the laundry is done, the socks are folded and all is well except for the tired business which tends to take care of itself in the later afternoon and so a walk down to Grand to take a couple of “better ” pictures of the construction underway that I'd photographed earlier this morning, to find them clearing their equipment and cleaning up after evidently finishing the earth removal phase of the project. Whatever their project might be. Something's going to be built. Be interesting to see what that might be.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed not long after eight, lights out again by nine-thirty, nice to sleep between clean sheets.