About It Tomorrow
Friday. They've been applying stucco to the exterior of the building these last couple of days, looks like they'll be finished today or over the weekend. I'm still not clear why they've done this as the old exterior seemed reasonably intact and presentable, but there was that mention of something “leaking”. Don't want your building to be doing no strange “leaking” I'm thinking.
Breakfast at the usual place, this morning, spent more than an hour comfortably reading the papers thinking, as I was parking, was the price of gas $2.73 yesterday or was it the $2.63 I'm now seeing posted? Important questions, no doubt about it, so I took a picture to be sure. An overnight drop of a dime, two cents less than a two dollar drop since June 23rd. Life is curious, don't you think, here in Oakland?
Do you think all that much about the price of gas?
Well, I've been happy I don't drive all that much and make crappy little comments about it, but I'm headed for Bisbee next week and a two dollar drop can't hurt. What it means in the wider world (wouldn't hurt to have the price of breakfast come down) I have no idea.
I was happy to be feeling much better at breakfast than I was yesterday, that walk in the afternoon kicked the crap out of me, so I think I'll try again today. See if there isn't a difference. See if the feet start aching again. Is that what I've got to look forward to? Wrestling with my feet? That's to be my story for the day: feet? There's a masseuse down the street. I wonder if he or she does feet? What do you suppose they charge for a foot?
Just stop.
Indeed.
Later. Another little crackle of energy. Nothing breathtaking, no follow through on any of the various projects that came to mind this morning - small, do it in an hour projects, nothing mind blowing you understand - a brief flirtation with the idea of hopping on BART and heading to San Francisco to cover an anti-Prop 8 outcome parade. Parades are always good for pictures and we need pictures around here (maybe you've noticed). But good. It tweaks the attitude, makes me hallucinate the world back on its axis again. My world.
Later still. A walk, but a short one. Too short, perhaps, but at least the feet feel fine. An email from Rien pointing out my The Sole Proprietor logo below the picture has been mis-dimensioned now forever. A simple enough fix, but an indication, I'm afraid, of the level of sloppiness I now allow. Hi, ho. We'll do something about it..., tomorrow.
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