Maybe I Won't
Wednesday. A good morning, the sky clear, the sun shining. They say it's going to be in the low nineties today, hotter than hell in my little universe, but for now the air is cool, the early morning light interesting and the day ahead. Breakfast and the papers at the usual place, moving more pieces of junk from the car into the dumpster that sits out on the sidewalk on Wednesdays on my route (I'm close to getting all this stuff gone!), home now with the head reasonably clear. I said that yesterday and that was accurate, but I think whatever was causing those “chills” has faded altogether now and I'm left with the usual, usually manageable, ills. A step forward! Life is good.
Later. My in a rut morning bus ride downtown, some time spent sitting out in the middle of the City Center listening to the Wednesday noon hour band, a walk then back up Broadway toward Grand to catch another bus near Sear's. I believe I took but one picture of the back of the guy's head sitting in front of me, the band itself artfully out of focus in the background. I didn't bother to download it from the camera. I don't think it was one of my better attempts.
The day is warm as the entire week has been warm. In the low nineties. Summer weather in the fall, although I've mentioned the weather around here isn't like the weather elsewhere and October days in the low nineties aren't all that uncommon. If my memory is correct. A question I now ask.
So what to say on a day when you're only comfortable sitting in front of a fan and the weather outside is too warm even in a t-shirt? Maybe some guitar practice, I was interested in how the two guitarists in the band today were striking their strings with their fingers and still getting a nice sharp attack. Not uncommon to see, but how not uncommon?
Some slight double vision while I was out, nothing as bad as it was there for a while. It seems to happen when I get out into the bright light. Today it was minimal and cleared up when I made it a point to focus, bring the world in line. A small thing, but it makes you less interested in being out with a crowd of strangers, no stranger than they were when the eyes were working, but less comfortable perhaps with the extra work required. The head in a bubble. Not forever one hopes.
I did finally download the one picture and it's not as bad as I thought. More a comment on my state of mind than anything photographic. I've done these before, of course, photographing the back of someone's head. Maybe print up a bunch of them, see if they impart anything more when viewed as a group. Then again, maybe I won't.
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