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September 14, 2019

Better

Saturday. Awoke at five-thirty to vaguely listen to the radio until it was suddenly six-ten and so up to check the blood pressure which was good, open wide the sliding balcony door to let in the cooler air and head out for breakfast under clear skies, the weather people saying a high of eighty-two later. Warmer than I'd like, but twelve degrees cooler than yesterday's ninety-four.

The restaurant was dark but for the light at the back in the kitchen and so entered through the open dining area door, leaving it open to let in the cool air and turned on the lights to settle in with the papers. Ordered the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast when the kitchen opened, finishing up before nine.

Walked home under a bright sun, the air starting to get warmer in a light jacket, a snapshot of the line of Ford and Lyft bikes, all but two in their slots filled (how many had there been when I'd passed walking in?), a photo of the now finished pipe laying (or replacement) under Grand at Santa Clara and another of whatever flower this is below the Lakeview school. Probably don't need to take anymore pictures of the construction site near the bottom of my hill until whatever it is they have left to do is visible.

Home, another selfie, close the sliding balcony door now that it's getting warmer. I need to go by an ATM later, not looking forward to being out in eighty degree weather.

Later. A walk to the bus stop in t-shirt with a camera in the backpack to find a light cool breeze instead of a high temperature and so a bus to the Broadway ATM and then across Broadway to see if the return bus had arrived. One of the people waiting said it hadn't, but it was running at least five minutes late, was nowhere in sight and so I walked to Grand without it passing and decided to take the usual series of pictures of the three apartment houses (I'm not sure I can call them construction sites anymore) before returning to the bus stop at Webster and waiting on a return bus that arrived ten minutes later.

It was clearly into the low eighties coming home and so stayed inside the rest of the afternoon only to find it as hot inside as it was outside. Hate to think how I'd bitch if the fan were to fail or if P.G. & E. should cut the power for a nearby fire.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

The bitching eased off when it started cooling down around three.

Evening. Not so bad by the time late afternoon rolled around. The bedroom windows open, the balcony door open wide, life back in the fast lane feeling fine, the blood pressure under control, the head moderately clear. Up and down, up and down, yes, but still some thought, some hope, things do seem to be getting better.

The photo up top was taken last Sunday at the Oakland Pride Festival with a Nikon D500 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.


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