[Journal Menu]

[Home Page]


[100 Books]

[Other Sites]

Here In Oakland

Art & Life


June 20, 2013

Forced My Attention
Thursday. So, after yesterday's short night of sleep, I still played with fire and got to bed just after ten (instead of nine) and discovered it took a much longer time than usual to drop off to sleep. Still, awake before the alarm, feeling good, up and out to drive to breakfast and back noting the ten cent increase in the price of regular gas at the station across the street. Diddle-dee-deet. Do you note a certain lightness in spirit after yesterday's gloom? I'd think you might.

Took time though, when I got home, to get yesterday's entry into any kind of shape. These ocular ills do fog the brain and, although words do sally forth, they don't always make sense. Some still don't after the edit, but believe me, they're better for the effort.

No thought of taking a nap, which is good. We'll put off watching any more Spiral episodes for the while. I'm not sure I'll be ready for something that depressing any time soon. Again, it's morning, time to at least set out for the lake with a camera, see if we can't find something to shoot. Something with the right dimensions for the photo up top? There aren't all that many that after cropping that are in the correct dimension for the slot. We think about these things more than most.

Nobody thinks about things like that.

You never know.

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk the rest of the way downtown for a cup of coffee (and a roll) out at a table in the City Center, the sun shining, the head feeling reasonably clear, the attitude up. Snapped one or two pictures.

A walk then by the pharmacy to pick up another bottle of mouthwash, the dental hygienist having recommended it for the dry mouth. I guess it works, tastes OK, maybe even helps, so it and a couple of boxes of dental floss and we're done. Yes, we're halfway conscientious with flossing. Yes, we forget, but then we remember and I don't want my dental hygienist to become upset.

A short walk and a bus back to the apartment arriving at one. Not really hungry, so I didn't stay on the bus and get off at the morning café for lunch. What for lunch? Without being hungry I can never say, everything seems less than possible.

I downloaded the Adobe apps I use in the new Cloud billing scheme. You pay a monthly fee that, in my case, is about what I've been paying for single program upgrades for the three programs I use: Photoshop, Dreamweaver and Illustrator. Lightroom isn't (so far) included. We'll see how this plays. So far they look the same, but I'll have to see what's been added. Lots of people are unhappy with this new billing system. I'm not altogether thrilled, similar pricing apart.

Later still. A walk to the morning café for lunch: ice cream and lemonade. More than enough sugar there to get you through an afternoon. Back home on the bus to listen to the news and go through Time Is On My Side, the song half of this week's lesson. This I'll do.

With the news playing in the background I then dialed into a Netflix movie and watched it online, the guitar tuned and sitting on its stand nearby. My, my.

Here I'm not quite sure about what happened. A bit of an ocular spell seems to have crept in and I watched an entire movie without quite understanding the story line, what happened at the end. That might have been the movie's message: who did what to whom? You're not supposed to be able to tell, ambiguity and all, but the complication of an hour or so of floating off the road and into the weeds may have caused me to miss the message. So I'll watch it again. Tomorrow.

That's not a good sign after these days few days.

I'm not sure what it is, but we're back to reading tea leaves and analyzing the diet. Life is again strange.

Tell me of a time when it wasn't.

Evening. A French “detective” thing that started two weeks ago on Thursday nights and ended with this one this evening. Alan Delong as the detective (played when he was my age) behaving as if he were playing cowboys and Indians at sixteen. What the hell? I watched. Can't blame it on the ocular gnomes, I was clear headed and played along contentedly on the guitar. A good session on the guitar.

We'll see what's happening at eight and then get to bed by nine. I know, I can't trust myself, but these latest lessons may have forced my attention.

Susan M. Kaanta, April 10, 1945 - June 20, 2010.

The photo up top was taken yesterday walking home along Grand after breakfast with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-70mm f/4.5-5.6 VR Nikkor lens.