For That Jury
Tuesday. Better, I think. Kept waking up last night, but that could have been all the napping I'd done yesterday. Whatever those chills were about they had some effect throughout the day. Probably. Sounds good anyway. Up this morning feeling very clear headed, to breakfast and the papers at six-thirty, home now at eight.
Checking with the court on my jury duty for today I discover they don't need me this morning, “check with them between eleven and noon” to see if they need me later. I'm guessing they won't, but who knows? For some reason I was expecting to be called today, since I've had so many now where they haven't called me at all. Don't know how their system works, but they contact me like clockwork every year and then don't ask me to come in. No complaints. Yes, I'm serious. No, I really don't want to be called, but I'm very clear on why it's necessary.
So, clear headed is good. The day is supposed to be quite warm, no help from the gods there, but clear headed is the best way to make a go of it. I still to some degree feel trapped in surroundings I've lived in now for way too long, but addressing such is much easier when the brain isn't fuzzy. I'm not sure it leads to any better answers, but thoughts do occur. I talk about being a photographer, but at some point I need to put a stake in the ground and start on a project or else I'll remain a desultory photographer forever, one who screws around without direction.
Something more than just adding helter-skelter to artandlife. Nothing wrong with that, but I need to take it a step further (while I can). We'll see. Others have been in this same quandary and solved it. It isn't rocket science. I was talking about doing a show, was I not? Where's that going? What's all that framing equipment up to (now in much better order, I might mention) sitting at the other end of the living room?
Later. Still clear headed after a bus downtown sitting at a table in the City Center for a while watching the people pass. So many people dressed in every which way, carrying themselves in every which way, telling a story. A walk up Broadway then to catch another bus, one picture in the camera for the hour or so I was out. My group has been dismissed from jury duty so I'm clear for another year.
Calling the Clipper card people to see if they're going to add my local A.C. Transit monthly bus pass to their autopay options I learn they're not going to add the monthly Oakland pass. Their printed literature and the statements on their web site say they're eliminating paper tickets for A.C. Transit beginning next month, although they do offer the service for the San Francisco's Muni, so I'm still in the business of going by their office to get a sticker. Well, I've been wondering how to fill my days, that's one way one day I guess.
Maybe I am. It's just interesting to see what they consider clarity in written business communications. That or my ability to comprehend is sinking and I'm not picking up the obvious. I've talked about that. Somehow, however, I don't think that's the problem.
Later still. More naps. I guess I need sleep. I had a bowl of cereal and cold milk just now and felt a chill although it's really warm. So I've put on a shirt and feel better. Rather than go on and on I'll assume I'm sick in an unusual low key way and the body is fighting it, needs its sleep, and will sort it out in the days to follow. Maybe best I wasn't called to go in for that jury. Here in Oakland.