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Wednesday
Oct232013

Unable to sleep until Abby's opens, I return to family restaurant

This morning was the opposite of yesterday. Despite having gone to bed at a fairly normal time for me and having had a difficult time falling asleep, come 5:15 AM this morning I could sleep no more. I tried. I laid there for another hour, hoping to fall back to sleep. Finally, I gave up. I wanted to go to Abby's but Abby does not open until eight. I thought about just fixing myself a cup of coffee, doing some work until eight and then going over. But my house is cold. My office is the only warm place in it. I will build a fire to warm it later today but right now it is cold. I did not want to have my first coffee of the day in my office or in the cold house. So I came here to Mat-Su Family Restaurant.

Note: I wrote the above in my phone when I Instagrammed this image while still at Family. I wound up Instagramming four more related images over the course of my breakfast and my followup-meditative coffee drinking, plus one more on the way home.

I will now email all those images to myself. I will combine the four-remaining breakfast images and the thoughts I wrote at the time into one post and then make a separate one of the coming home picture. Then, theoretically, I can say I have done all the blogging I need to do today.

 

Text added at 8:52 AM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Tuesday
Oct222013

Off to see the doctor, surrounded by beauty

Here I am on my way to my 5:30 PM doctor appointment. Right now, I am sitting in an examining room waiting for my doctor. I have not seen her since before my first surgery, June 30, 2012. She does not know all the complications I suffered afterwards, the emergency surgery and all that. She is going to be very surprised to see the gigantic hernia in the middle of my belly. I wonder what she will think of it? She does not know I have to get a third surgery to fix it – that I should've had it already, but am precariously and apprehensively waiting until the Affordable Healthcare Act kicks in so I can hopefully afford it.

The mountains sure are pretty.

 

Text added at 10:00 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Tuesday
Oct222013

Five minutes ago, Evalina prepared my coffee

Evalina prepares my Americano - five minutes ago. Now I am drinking it. It is good – no, it is super. Metro coffee is always good, sometimes even gooder than normal. Today is such a day. 

 

Text added at 4:48 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Tuesday
Oct222013

The Daily School Bus: so blue – and you would be too were you incarcerated within

I am certain those who ride inside do sometimes tell jokes. They do laugh, from time to time. Other times they must sit locked in stoic, grim, tough, indifferent countenance. Sometimes, I suspect, some shed tears they try to hide from those who ride with them. Seldom, I suspect, is any true joy or happiness felt within, by either passenger, bus driver, or quard.


Text added at 2:50 PM - The Squarespace nightmare continues...

Tuesday
Oct222013

My "real cameras" sit dormant, but the images are active

I have not taken a single photo with my "real cameras" since I returned from up north just over one month ago. But I sure have been looking at and sorting through lots of pictures I took with those Canons. What to use - this picture? That picture? How about the other one? Narrow one selection down to 100 images, knowing that in the end I must discard 99 of them - maybe all 100, in favor of something else – which might not even be as good a photograph, but is more critical to the coverage. Actually, I will not use this picture. I may use one of the same setting, but there are better frames. I will save the best for possible publication once I decide, or maybe guess, which one is best.

I love photo editing, but it can be frustrating. This one might have worked, had some of those in the picture not become so interested in Jim, the good black cat without whose diligent help this work would seem impossible. 

 

Text added at 12:40 PM