Tuesday. Awoke at three minutes to six to get up and get ready to walk to breakfast, the sky pretty much clear, the weather people saying it will reach ninety degrees later and so set out in t-shirt and light summer jacket.

And one hopes shorts, pants, socks and shoes.

One does.

Passed by a group of workers taking trash out of the building site along Grand again. How long have they been taking loads and loads of interior paneling and such out of this building? How many loads? On to arrive to find the restaurant open and so settled in with the papers. So far, so good.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by eight-thirty again to set out taking the usual series of pictures, three Lyft scooters at Santa Clara and Grand, four sitting there when I'd walked in, the whatever these are on the nearby tree, the two bicyclists under the 580 Overpass and a man emptying cardboard into a truck from a trash can on the sidewalk. I've seen him doing this before, maybe he has a contract of some kind to do this, although I wonder.

Home to take the selfie, up to finish yesterday's entry (I'd crapped out writing the damned thing not all that long after noon) and start here.

Why not just cut and paste from any of the earlier entries and skip any writing whatsoever? They all read the same.

Now, now. We had a waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries yesterday, lets keep this on track.

Later. Realized, after I'd posted yesterday's entry in which I'd described going to bed at eight, that I'd actually stayed up to watch Ken Burns’ Country Music episode with some interest and so hadn't gotten to bed until nine-thirty. The episode runs until ten, but I've been pretty good at keeping my nine-thirty deadline. So, back to make corrections and log another memory glitch.

Took a brief walk to the construction site up my street to take a few pictures, the crane and whatever else they've set up in the road along the fence and a picture of the building that fronts on Grand, holding the camera up over my head higher than the fence. Better to have gotten some of the open area in front to see if they've done anything to it with the crane. Maybe tomorrow.

Evening. Watched the Ken Burns’ Country Music episode at eight until nine-thirty when I went to bed. I was very heavily into rock music during this period from the late sixties through the mid-seventies when my interest became greatly reduced and country was never a main interest.

Still, I had a number of friends from Austin, Texas during this time who introduced me to Willie Nelson, Gene Clark, Johnny Winter, Mother Earth, Commander Cody and a number of others, many of who's albums I purchased and listened to with interest. Didn't hurt that many of the Texans had been active with these artists as well as putting on concerts at Armadillo World Headquarter and the like. A good evening spent bringing back fond memories, I'd like to listen to them again one day soon when I didn't have to stop because it kept me up beyond this nine-thirty bed time of mine.