No Place To Sit
Friday. It was reasonably warm last night leaving the windows open and getting to bed after ten, waking up without an alarm just after six, the mood pretty good for an old fart who's prone to complain. Breakfast at the usual place, the Fox theater and a performance by Snow Patrol later this evening. An old co-worker at APL owns a bar next door to the Fox, I think I'll drop by before (and maybe after) the show and see if I can cage a drink. Lots of things to think about and do on a Friday I'm thinking.
We're drifting into the smarmy here, I'm thinkin’.
It's easy to drift off into the swamp, even in a first short paragraph. Still, the day has started and I'm up for something or other with a camera before the show this night. A good start.
Later. A bus ride downtown, a half hour sitting out at a table in the City Center drinking a cup of coffee and watching the people walk by. For some reason I was really watching - how many are hunched over, how many zoned out, how many shuffling along at the edge of an abyss, how many grossly overweight, how many (why not many?) walking with confidence, how many this, how many that? - and I took one or two pictures, but nothing to write home about.
A walk through the farmer's market, a run by the pharmacy to find the inhaler due today won't be in until tomorrow. Bummer. The nose, for whatever reason - the Flonase, maybe? - seems better. I wonder if it is? Could be. Not sure. The lungs are loose, maybe they're on the mend, maybe they're not, we'll see what the inhaler portends. Otherwise things seem good, whatever good is anymore. The day is warm, getting warmer, and the sky is clear. What's not to be upbeat about after a successful walk, this before noon?
Later still. A walk down (the other) way to have a sandwich out at a table at the local sandwich shop (as opposed to the morning café) to sit just out of the sun and, well, vegetate. Not really hungry, but a tasteless turkey and swiss cheese sandwich seemed right, so sit I sat before returning to the apartment and the various news programs I don't seem able to kick.
You really trying?
No. I think about it occasionally so it ends up spilling over here and, although I'm not totally slavish to the things, it is a habit that's turned into a rut. We have spent more time than I care to think these last two years “examining our ruts”.
I noticed for the first time the ‘Dapper Sports Lounge’ was closed down two months ago for a “Violation of the Alcoholic Beverage Control Act’. This particular sports bar is notable (in my mind) for its spilling out the door and onto the sidewalk crowds, particularly during the summer baseball and fall football seasons. The closing period is listed as “Indefinite”. My, my. Excitement in the neighborhood and I seem to have missed it.
Not a place you hung out?
A much younger crowd and no place to sit.
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