T-Shirts?
Wednesday. Back from breakfast, the day ahead. If I changed my schedule and started writing in the evenings (instead of finishing in the late afternoons and evenings) my continuous stream of “I've eaten breakfast, hooray!” and lists of “things I'd like to do”, none of which seem to come to pass, might become statements of things done. But I'd have to change my schedule. Easier for a tiger to change his stripes. Did you know that a shaved tiger has stripes? That their skin has striped pigmentation? You knew that? I didn't until recently.
A plan to meet Mr. E and Mr. S for beverages at Roy's late tomorrow afternoon to discuss boarding a train to Sacramento on a weekend and take in a local triple-A club game. All the weekday games apparently start in the evenings. The Sacramento River Cats. We may get that done. I can see it happening. A two hour train ride.
Although they say “partly cloudy” today instead of yesterday's “cloudy” in the forecast, it's definitely “cloudy” at the moment and I have no thought of heading up the coast. Maybe a trip to the city later to wander around and shoot one or two pictures. I could get that together I think. My daily walk.
Another half hour to an hour visit by the “hallucinogenic head” last night. I'm pretty sure, anyway. I crawled into bed with what I thought were aspects of it coming on and slept for a couple of hours, awakening clear headed and in good spirits. I wrote down what I'd eaten just before (cereal and milk, as it happens - had that been the fare the last two times I've experienced it?) and decided to keep a log, pay more attention to the details. They've all happened at about the same time, very early evening, after eating. Eating cereal? Could that be a factor?
Later. I took a walk, bus ride, BART journey this noon hour - more bus and BART than walking, I'm afraid - all the while the aching sinus-upper palate coming on pretty strong. I've had this thing for many years now, I hope it's not thinking of going on some kind of sinus-upper palate warpath. Could it be getting jealous of all the attention I've been paying to the hallucinogenic crap? Shit happens, I guess, but ploddingly, in my case. We'll see. Deedle-dee-dee.
My once every other year order of t-shirts arrived today, a dozen t-shirts that were on sale at Land's End, a third off plus free shipping. Well, a third off. The t-shirt looks OK, but it's not the same as the older ones I'm familiar with and maybe, I don't know, they'll last only two-thirds as long. Still, it's often said that at my age total consumer expenditures could easily be covered by buying underwear once a year as we already own everything else. I'm not sure what they mean by everything else, but I've evidently made my necessary purchases for this year and anything else is excess. Camera equipment excess? Not in America. Not here in Oakland.
You had some ungodly amount to pay off on your credit card this month. T-shirts?
With a Nikon logo.
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