BACK TO:

[Journal Menu]

[Home Page]

[email]

[100 Books]

[Other Sites]



Here In Oakland

Art & Life


   


June 17, 2018

Methinks

Sunday. Briefly awoke three times this early morning starting at five-thirty to finally get up and drive to breakfast at six minutes to seven and wait for all of three minutes before the first kitchen worker arrived, the sky overcast, the temperature quite tolerable. No complaints, not at all a bad start, bumpy awakening or not.

Ordered the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes and coffee for breakfast and plowed through the papers for two hours before heading back to the car. They surprised me by picking up the check with a little note celebrating Father's Day. Nice of them, father or not.

Nothing on the schedule again, I'll undoubted watch the finish of the U.S. Open later, maybe stick my nose out the door, maybe not. I'd bet on not, but who knows? Not a bad day, the sinus-palate ache is definitely there, but not too overly there, the head seemingly clear.

Later. Watched the U.S. Open, but then grew tired and finished watching the last second season's two episodes of Marcella on the tablet. I'm guessing they have a season three in the works from the ending, but I'm not waiting on it with baited breath.

Not odd for a fictional story line, perhaps, the idea it probably couldn't happen in real life doesn't seem to matter anymore, but interesting in its complexity and in keeping you guessing. Almost all of the major characters, including Marcela, were damaged people with whom you'd avoid wanting to spend time, what with they're being crazy, untrustworthy and driven.

And you watched this?

Maybe it's just no more than beggars can't be choosers. Not a lot out there that interests me anymore.

Or you need to get it together and find other interests.

Later still. A nap or, at least, an hour spent attempting a nap. Can't say it useful other than it felt good while making the attempt. A fellow named Koepka won the U.S. Open for the second year in a row, the top ten or so golfers with a shot at winning considered, from the television comments, the best in the game. I couldn't have named one of them before watching and won't be able to name one in another few days. Still, kept my attention, enjoyed the show.

Evening. I've been tired now through a day that's been spotted with little memory glitches. Nothing too terrible, but noticeable. That forgotten pan of boiling water on the stove something of a first. Some days are like that. Nothing on television and so to bed at nine, lights out soon thereafter, being tired for the first time today now proving useful. Lights out, eyes out, no problem getting to sleep methinks.

The Oakland Sex Workers Protest taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


LAST ENTRY | JOURNAL MENU | NEXT ENTRY