DROPPING EYES

It does not feel particularly cold outside, there is no wind. Birds are tweeting and there is a lighting in the morning sky toward the East, over Oakland. The world seemed a much better and brighter place. I had actually gotten up in the middle of the night to drop Latanoprost into my eyes, guiltily, because I assured my eye-doctor that I'm religious about that.
Then slept for a few more hours after.

The pipe for the early walk is a Peterson army-mounted prince shape, well-defined briar with that depth to the wood that shows it came from one of their original sources and was made way back when. The old days.

I noted as I walked up hill that there are three cars in my block parked illegally. Two of three have wheels not curved toward the curb, which indicates out-of-towners.

It seems like a lovely Spring morning.


I have no idea when my apartment mate went to bed yesterday, as even with two cups of coffee after dinner I totally collapsed. Which rather tells me I am no longer as sparky as I was in my teens and twenties. Old goat needs his sleepy-sleep. Can't party all night anymore.

When I still lived in North Beach there were some truly lovely early mornings with scarcely anybody about, the toasty fragrance of roasting coffee beans from the Trieste and the Roma perfuming the dawn air, a bright slivery grey quality to the streets, faintly whisps of French cigarettes from random Bohemians still up from the night before ... walking around with an onion tied to their belt as was the style at the time.....


There had been a dream in which I was arguing the liability issue of a pedestrian about to cross the road in front of a bus. The driver had indicated that she should go ahead and walk, she had beckoned 'no no go ahead', and the driver then waved at her that she had the right of way. If she crossed at that moment and he had driven forward, or at any time before it was absolutely certain that the pedestrian was out of the way and not going to dart into the middle of the road, that would have been law-suit material. What the old lady needed to do was turn around and step back from the curb to clearly show that indeed she was not going to step in front of the vehicle.

I could palp the irritation of the driver at the old lady.
You've shown intent, now follow up dammit.
We can wait all day here.

Easily damaged flesh husk versus warm hard steel.
It's something lawyers mouthwater over.


By the way: I am not a legal man.



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