Thursday. Lights out early again to awaken this morning at six twenty-five. OK, that works, off to walk to breakfast on a not particularly cold morning, the sky overcast, but with two events coming up later today, a press conference by the Lake Merritt white column pergola scheduled for noon and the International Women's Day March downtown at four-thirty. A couple of events to photograph on this, my seventy-fifth birthday. (How'd that happen?)
The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast for no particular reason, reading the papers while a woman sitting nearby talked on her phone for twenty minutes with the speaker volume turned up high. I assume she had no idea that's considered (was once considered) rude and distracting - it is distracting - but interesting for the little conversations I had with self in between reading paragraphs.
The usual walk home, the usual pictures, the usual “what in the hell was I thinking?” reaction to reading yesterday's entry and so to bed once I'd posted. Tired and for some reason hungry after a very large breakfast. Often happens right when I get home, hungry again. The nap won out over any desire to get anything to eat from the kitchen.
Later. I was wrong about there being a Women's March here in Oakland. I knew there was one today in San Francisco, but, well, made a mistake in adding it to the calendar. I guess. We'll skip the one in San Francisco.
Set out over to the lake to see what was happening at the noon press conference and sure enough there was a small gathering of reporters, photographers and their supporters to include the friend who's tweet had alerted me to the fact this was being held. They were protesting staff cut backs being made by Alden Global Capital, the hedge fund that owns Digital First Media and the local East Bay Times among others in order to move the money saved into non-media related investments. And so I wandered around a little wobbly taking pictures.
Evening. Retired to bed to watch the first episode of something or other on the tablet, talked with the sister and now it's eight o'clock and I'm thinking there's nothing on television and so it's time to wish this seventy-fifth birthday a good and early night. Goodnight.