Weekend Photo Spontaneity

Just for the hell of it, I thought I'd share a few random pictures of the rare times that I get a couple days off in a row, with no commitment to do anything that looks like work during that time, starting the instant that I wake up. Sleeping in is futile as the day begins with . . .

sniff ... sniff ... sniff ... SLURP!!!

getting woken up with a very enthusiastic "Good Morning!" kiss. Actually, it's more like a warm, wet, panting whisper telling me something akin to a, "Daddy, please take me outside to pee. . . RIGHT NOW!" request. My own enthusiasm and energy to move arrive much later.

A better view of the face of the dream-interrupting culprit.

I'm left feeling somewhat a little derailed mentally though, because I think that this is the first time since this year began when I was not sick, stricken with pain, or scrounging around trying to madly catch up with household obligations. Time to get up and move.

I'll spare the details (and pictures) of my ablutions and hygiene, except that showering and grooming happen after the running/fitness: the only thing I feel obligated to do on days like these.

An app-shot of my performance,
 during mid-run.

 I needed to make a scene like this better, it's such a sad affair. . .

Breakfast . . . usually I try to keep at least this meal of the day high in protein to accord with my regimen. I don't keep any bread for toast in the place. Today, however, I felt like I need some extra carbs. I succumbed to the temptation to slip out for something special.

add a hot buttered Almond Croissant and a slightly
better cup of coffee from Il Secondo, and I'm a little happier.

There's that cheeky "Yeah, I'm gettin' some cookies!
 WTF are you gonna do about it?" expression.

After breakfast, and regaining a little more energy (from the extra starch/sugar), a mind with no commitments starts craving new ideas, and gets desperate to seek them out. But first I'm strangely compelled to tour the old neighbourhood. Ella loves that idea, as she has quite a few aunties (kindly female merchants along Broadway) who she likes to visit, and from whom she likes to mooch treats.

Just some of what I perused.

I forgot how nice it is to immerse oneself in the stacks at the public library; losing all sense of time there. I took some time to do that. I went straight to the magazine section, checking out random things. It's just more comfortable than glancing at the same content through a computer screen.





Then came lunchtime. . .

I needed something a little bit Asian and really hot . . . but since
Olivia Munn wasn't conveniently available, this had to do instead.

Then after that, just on a whim, I thought I'd check out a local music shop. I think I'm now in love with Roland guitar effects systems.

I took some of these out for a test drive. . .

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. . . and monkeyed around on these babies as well. It was great!

2012 Sport and Leisure Show

If trying to tune myself into leisure was my mission I'd thought I'd better check out the Sports and Leisure Show at Prairieland. It was disappointing for me. The showroom was dominated by hunting, camping, and fishing vehicles and equipment promoters, and there was nothing of what I construe as 'sports' gear, like bicycling, skiing, or running, or team sport gear. I threw my name in a few draws, but found nothing much else there to interest me.

After touring around there, I was tired to return home for a nap. Woke up, poured myself a brew, and switched on the TV to probe through the listings for anything that won't waste my time.

Homemade 5.7 % alc/vol Dark Ale, plus watching TV
indiscriminantly usually results in a whole lotta stupid.

 Finished beer; napped again. I started reading when once I awoke. Non-fiction choice: The Short History of Nearly Everything, by Bill Bryson. Fiction choice: The Outlander, by Gil Adamson. I'm sure I'll be continuing with them well into this evening, so I won't waste any more words on that. I could just as well as pass on supper if more beer becomes an option. 

As the day cycles to a close, it has all just been a reminder that confirms that I seem to have highly limited capacity for using energy for seeking or deriving entertainment socially, or from external stimuli. The only thing I like socially is chatting one to one with people, and finding comedy in things.* The most entertaining stuff for me that ever happens in my life occurs between my own two ears, and I don't need much to stimulate me to think. I suppose that's why I've felt such an urge to start writing more, so as to pick through and recover the myriad of the stuff, both deep and trivial, that is trapped in my skull that puts a smile on my face. Some (much) of it is way too complicated for others to get, and greatly loses its impact when I have to try to explain it verbally. And therein lies the value of spontaneity.

*- Well . . . actually, as far as social activities go, sex trumps everything; in my little world though, finding and drawing humour out of people is a hell of a lot easier than getting sex from them.