Saturday. To sleep somewhat earlier than usual and awaken at five-thirty, blink, and awaken for good at six, the sky overcast, the high later today projected to reach seventy degrees on what they're saying will be a cooler weekend.
Out the door at the usual time to walk to breakfast, surprised to see a veritable hail of very small droplets illuminated in the headlights of a car that was pulling in to park. Couldn't feel it on the face, couldn't see it without a bright light. Interesting. Took a photograph of the empty parking slots along Grand toward Elwood as I crossed Santa Clara, most of them usually filled during the week when I passed at this time. The restaurant dark when I arrived, but the dining area door open again and so entered, turned on the lights and settled in with the papers.
Ordered the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up the papers by eight-thirty to set out again under a cloud covered sky, the sidewalk empty as I set out, the pile of palm fronds now gone at the corner of Santa Clara, these flowers below the Lakeview school still healthy and so another picture.
Scooters on the sidewalk by the lake, a run of some kind under way at the white column pergola. Maybe take a look later. A picture of the now finished sidewalk at the construction site near the bottom of my hill and, of course, a hurried selfie in apartment house lobby.
Later. A walk over to the lake to see what the event at the white column pergola was about, the race, whatever it was, having long since ended and so a couple of snap shots of what looked to be a poetry reading on their stage, various tents nearby with Oakland Pride themes, this probably being done in conjunction with the Oakland Pride Parade and Festival happening tomorrow.
Back to the apartment for a couple of hours when the sound of a hip hop performance of some kind started coming in from the lake and so another trip to the pergola to find a larger group had formed to listen to a hip hop performer who was encouraging audience members to come up on the stage and dance to the music. And dance they did so some pictures. Back then to the apartment. I'm planning on attending the Pride Festival tomorrow as it's held nearby near the corner of Grand and Broadway, but of course, I never really know until it's time to go.
Evening. Took a blood pressure reading at a quarter past six: 155/74. One-fifty-five. Too high and so freaked and took a dose of the blood pressure med and measured it again at nine: 131/85. Fifty-five minutes later: 127/82. We'll keep the appointment this coming Friday with the cardiologist and see what can be done from here on out. It likes to drift on its own schedule: high, low, high, low. Time to see if we can't get this fixed. At least the head seems clearer and the tiredness better when it's up.