Being retired leaves very little time and energy to accomplish all the things I’m trying to do!
Just before lunch, we decided to stroll for a few minutes along the Deschutes River.
Debbie and I had decided to eat at the Lemon Tree Restaurant. It is one of our favorite places to go, especially after a beautiful walk in the park. It looked normal when we got there. She started with some excellent coffee and me with a beer. I like to get a beer on Sunday and usually ask for the most dangerous sounding name. Rogue Dead Guy Ale sounded just right.
I was halfway through that delight when my lasagna came, and I went a little crazy and ended by scraping the plate clean. I would have licked the plate too, but I want to come back someday soon. We noticed the glass of water was doing something strange with the sunshine and we whipped out our cameras.
The curvature of the glass and water were focusing the light into strange stripes, and peculiar reflections, and also into secondary light patterns. Apparently, I was in a freaky mood because those patterns triggered something strange in my mind and behavior and I made these pictures.
The closer I got, the stranger the images became. I’m not crazy. I swear I’m not crazy. But my friends say I protest too much, so maybe I am crazy. Anyway, crazy or not, I was interested in these little puddles of flickering light.
As we departed the Lemon Tree returned to normal, but I’m not sure I did.
Today started off with a pleasant walk. It had rained over night, and everything was washed sparkling fresh, and clean. The flowers were especially colorful, so I took a couple of record shots to commemorate their short, but beautiful lives.
Poppies are of course the source of opium, a life-pain soothing drug. And, the calla lilies are a standard grave decoration. The flowers above and below illustrate those living and dying characteristics.
They show the wear and tear of their various unseen life struggles.
The sky above the still wintry trees showed strangely troubled clouds and it was time to go home, and read some books for a while as they were due at the library today. Then later, before it started raining again, I went down to the Albany Bulb for a walk by the San Francisco Bay. There the clouds were massing over the Golden Gate Bridge and making this gigantic wonder of human construction look very small by comparison.
On the beach to the left there were some dogs and people playing at the water’s edge, and everyone was having a great time on this fine but cloudy day.
How can I harbor thoughts of global warming or massive buildups of CO2 when things are obviously so gloriously perfect? My friend Ali was just saying two weeks ago that I worry too much about such things — that I should forget about them and enjoy myself. For him that was good advice, because the next day he was in the hospital with a heart attack, and has been in intensive care ever since. But, for me, I think I identify with all humanity, and with all life, in the abstract, perhaps too much, and I want things to go well for a very long time — a long time after my consciousness has evaporated.
It is time to go to Trader Joe’s and get some groceries. The clouds grow very strange with enormous bulbs hanging down from them.
I don’t remember seeing clouds like this hanging over Berkeley before. In watching TV shows about tornadoes they showed some strange clouds sort of like these, but even bigger. But, hey, this isn’t Kansas — we don’t have tornadoes — this is California — we have earthquakes.
This photo shows the bulbs better. Nothing newsworthy came of it, so far as I know. It was a lovely and peaceful, and the ominous cloud were beautifully embedded in another perfect day.
I went to this venue hoping to have a great lecture or something, but what transpired was a bit daunting to a mild mannered guy without his superhero outfit on. There appeared to be about two hundred age 20 something people with IQ of 200 or so milling about schmoozing for contacts for potential 200K jobs, and potential employers looking for brilliant potential 20K employees.
And so I, making myself as inconspicuous as possible, focused my attention on the outdoor scenery, which was spectacular. We were at the penthouse floor of the tallest office building in downtown Berkeley. I took a few pictures and being too embarrassed to ride the elevator back down with such elite people, I elected to walk the 15 stories on the interior fire escape. This going to high energy lectures and meetings isn’t always a pleasure for older low energy mind-surfers such as myself.
The pictures didn’t turn out very well because they were shot through deeply filtered windows. Also, I was wearing a strongly striped shirt which showed up in the pictures as reflections off the windows.
The picture above is to the East from the top of 2150 Shattuck Avenue, Berkeley, CA and it shows the Campanile tower clearly. The eucalyptus grove is to the left of the picture, and the International House is the round top, light colored building to the top right.
This afternoon at El Cerrito Barnes & Noble I picked up a book titled You: Staying Young by Michael F. Roizen and Mehmet C. Oz and on page 321 found a chart of how good a condition a male is supposed to be in for various ages. Well, I am now 72-1/4 so I am supposed to be able to do between 10 and 14 sit-ups and 6 to 9 push-ups. I was able to do 30 sit-ups and 16 manly style push-ups without too much strain, and could have done several more if there were a money bet. If I don’t tell anyone, maybe I can make a few bucks. I haven’t done a sit-up or a push-up for many years and it is a wonder I could do any at all. Before I started there was a bit of apprehension as to whether it was possible to do a single one of either.
Today, I posted something to – flickr – for the first time. It was necessary to create an account, and there was some fuss trying to get some of my bland photos selected and uploaded. I don’t know why there isn’t an accepted standard way of asking questions, and standard terminology for what is under various menus. I know that is but a feeble howl into the trackless night! I put up some photos taken around El Cerrito the last few days mostly of some unusual fog in the Plaza and one of the BART station. I don’t remember seeing fog here for a long time, but then I don’t get up very early either so by the time I am usually up it is usually sunny.