Sunday Evening
Sunday. The sun is finally poking through now that it's early afternoon. Breakfast at the usual place, yes, then lunch at PCB: a chicken Caesar and a Guinness for an overpriced $18.16 not including tip. Diddle-dee-dip. No complaints, I needed a pick up. Thoughts of doing things around the apartment: connect and re-image that Dell computer that's been sitting in the corner, for example. It was out of commission for what, a year with a blown power supply? After a year I ordered and installed a new power supply, but that was some months ago, and I haven't turned it on yet to confirm that was indeed the problem. At the very best I can describe this as sloth although other less lovely conditions do come to mind.
Then again, did I mention the sun has finally arrived? We are looking for the upbeat here, no wallowing in woe or wailing on this slow starting Sunday. We are retired now looking for something to do, doodle-dee-do, and we have been looking now for some time so heads up! Indeed. I write these things, these exhortations to action, and then I take another nap, albeit a comfortable nap, and show no further signs of progress.
I believe today's Solano Stroll is the third Solano Stroll I've missed in a row, it being one of the first events I photographed when I started taking pictures again ten years ago. I'm not sure why, as I promised Kenny I'd drop by Solano Sushi for lunch, his new Solano Sushi located now in the middle of Solano Avenue where the Stroll is held. Could it be because I consider the area Ms. W's turf and I'd be embarrassed to have her discover I was nosing around her back yard? That's too silly except it did briefly cross my mind. Silly Prop. Then again it starts at ten and I've usually driven over to park nearby much earlier while there's still parking available on the street and much earlier than ten is less wonderful now that I'm retired and become familiar again with midnight.
So, now that it's early evening and the head feels pretty good I've made a run to Beverages and More for a couple bottles of my favorite sake (it was on sale for less than $5 a bottle, so I bought two, doodle-dee-do) having a talk with self as I drove over asking why am I buying sake on a Sunday evening when I'd decided not to do it anymore? And I didn't have an answer other than it should be OK every now and then, but I did make a compromise by not buying cheese and crackers the way I have in the past. It's Sunday evening, the temperature cool, the air clear, night approaching, here in Oakland.
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