Hip-ishly Thin-ish

Originally Posted Sunday, April 28, 2013

Saturday began better than expected after yesterday's post.  Decided to get breakfast at the greasy spoon, then went to the record store next door.  For whatever reason, I was feeling thin and handsome and very hip.  It could have been the old jeans and t-shirt, I don't know.  I was looking in the good book selection ready to read when I heard this.

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Listen to it quickly as I don't know how long it will stay up.  Steve Earle.  "The Low Highway."  I bought the CD.  It is very good.  Made me feel even hipper as the day went by. 

But it couldn't last.  Something must be broke inside.  I had a day and did nothing.  I am not equal to free time anymore, I reckon.  I am a slave to the factory.  Whatever.

I tried.  I went to the Boulevard and took a stroll among the throng.  I was going to go clothes shopping, but though I was feeling "thin-ish," I couldn't bear it, so I went to the hardware store and the photo store and got some needed chemicals.  The afternoon was still young, but I hadn't a clue what to do, so I went back to the house and worked on cooking up more images from my few recent shoots.  I had my film Leica all ready to go and had even taken it into the crowd, but I couldn't bring it to my eye.  I am not "in shape" for that, it seems.  I will have to train, but it will need to be out of town.  I have never been able to photograph people who might know me in some tangential way. 

Strangers.  I need strangers. 

I stayed home Saturday night and had take out Thai and decided to watch the UFC fights.  At ten, I bought the Pay Per View.  Mistake.  The fights weren't good and I stayed up too late.  I'd have been better off watching "Breaking Bad." 

My mother leaves for the southwest desert tomorrow, and so I will go spend time with her today.  There will be no communal dinner tonight as she doesn't want to eat before boarding the plane.  She always does this.  I've never asked her why. 

Sunday morning.  I'm still feeling thin.  I'm not, but I'm feeling that way.  Perhaps it would be good to go buy pants.  Just the sound of that, though, is depressing.